Sheepeater Cliff staring in to open flame

he did not give up. he was desperate though, and anyone in his state would fight tooth and claw for life, or there was something wrong with them. it was a pitiful display - however, it fed her ego, placed her so far above him in her mental hierarchy that zharille felt soothed, and pleased, and it was enough.

a low rumble continued in her chest, and she less-so stepped away from the carcass and more towards him, to inspect him with a scrutinizing eye, a probing nose. he was very young but he was not feeble. when she was content with whatever she had learned, she clipped at his ear with her teeth and that was cue enough to go, eat.