Eyes remained locked on the beast that approached. They gazed upwards at the two legged creature, breath came heavily and with an eager harness that raged through his chest. Her presence only heated him more, the surprise of her existence in the chase, the sight of her now. The male remained in the daze that the kill brought, the haze that lingered over the non feral portion of his being. The part that claimed and tamed horses, wore clothing upon his back and held the hand of his mate. The pieces that were connected to the virus that swam his veins. It was dangerous for her to approach, his mouth wide and lips twitching in the need to show even more of his bloodied fangs. He felt the yearning to tell her she mustn’t come any closer, for the thing that he had tasted was his and his alone. She smelt not of Cour des Miracles, and thus not of any beast allowed to touch the creature he had brought to the ground. No, come no closer the soft rumble in his chest spoke, not yet a growl but a dim vibration that filtered up into his throat.
She knelt, and Heath immediately felt the challenge diminish. Falling like a crumbling wall. He took a breath, deep and through his nose. She was of Aniwaya, as it was the nearest pack lands. She plucked the arrows from the beasts hide, freeing the wounds that they had made, the blood flowing and filling the air with more then just what he had broken and brought forth. Heath could not register that she was tracking the herd before he had come upon them, not yet at least. For the moment his simply watched her, his mind returning to its lucid state. Eyes watched intently as she tasted the beast off of the pointed metal, licking the blood away from his teeth in response. Her voice sang, ears forward and perked in order to take in the words. Finally regaining his composure the male took the steps that brought them face to face and then looked at the fallen beast, finding it looking different then the moving blur that he had attempted to chase.
It was not the deer that he had once thought it had, in the frenzy of the chase and ecstasy of the kill. No, the shade of the pelt and the antlers marked it different from any caribou he had seen before. And it was obviously not a deer, whom was far less bulky. She smiled, and curve of her mouth made Heath more eager to remind himself of the taste before it grew cold with death.
“I can share.” The Miracles man spoke, knowing the look upon her face was then of pure anticipation. In his mind he had taken down the creature, and though her arrows had helped some it was not the same as the crushed trachea that Heath had dealt. But his blood stained snout wore a smile of it own, coy and eager as well.