Sonje by Sie!
The thrill of the hunt was always Sonje's favorite. She enjoyed running, and her build showed it—though it also reflected the days she spent lazing on horseback as well. So she gave chase with a spirit far brighter than normal, forgetting her woes and merely falling headlong into the instinctual and automatic bliss of hunting. She pulled up, reigning her snarling when she saw the dark coyote leaping from pure darkness, keen gold eyes trained on their sickly target. And she snapped its neck with such precise ferocity that the young wolfdog immediately felt another well of jealousy towards the pack woman. Nice moves there,
she quipped, her tone a mixture of awe and suspicion. I'll have to coerce you into teaching me that neck-snapping thing so efficiently.
Though Sepirah clearly had both advantage and rank (in a loner vs. pack wolf type of way) over her, Sonje went hungrily for the meat first, unabashed by her own voraciousness. Claws dug into the once-strong shoulder of the deer, tearing a large chunk and eating it swiftly. It was both feral and yet somehow neat, as she spared no morsel and only grew red with the soaking blood. She nodded for Sepirah to have the most favored part of the deer, the belly, if only as thanks. She was quite satisfied with this portion for now. She also didn't talk—mouth too full.
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