Thalassa
I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell.
I wanted to shout about it.
I wanted to shout about it.
The splattering of blood and searing of flesh brought a large smile to her face, her vision going red with anticipation. If there had been less meat, she may have felt the need to claim her portion, but with three wolves and the remaining luxere, her territoriality was suppressed. As long as Maea or Fox didn't try to eat from her wolf, they'd be fine. She simply nodded to them in mutual understanding and chose the remaining animal.
Not being shifted, Thal pulled her other dagger from its sheath and slit the throat of the still-whimpering canine. She didn't want any distractions as she began to tear through the singed fur and into the muscle tissue. With dagger and hand, she paid little attention to the blood dripping over her face and clothing (one of the benefits of black), gorging herself beyond the point of filling. Small grumbles of appreciation could be heard from her around mouthfuls of wolf.
Thalassa digs in!
Not being shifted, Thal pulled her other dagger from its sheath and slit the throat of the still-whimpering canine. She didn't want any distractions as she began to tear through the singed fur and into the muscle tissue. With dagger and hand, she paid little attention to the blood dripping over her face and clothing (one of the benefits of black), gorging herself beyond the point of filling. Small grumbles of appreciation could be heard from her around mouthfuls of wolf.
Thalassa digs in!
But all I could do was whipser,
"I'm fine."
"I'm fine."
