The Victors Enjoy their Spoils

Esti had gone back to clean her wounds and the like. She didn't want anyone touching her or her new toy. The lion's tail still oozed slightly and Esti was morbidly pleased. The thing was heavier than she had thought it would be, more muscular. She inspected it, cleaning its pristine fur before she even bothered touching her own. A voice called out to her. Revenge. He asked her if she was home. His tone was funny. Was he actually worried? Esti found herself smiling at the thought of someone worrying about her. Yeah, right. As the male drew closer to Esti's den, a small plan formed in her mind. Just as he stepped in the seeing range, Esti called out, "Revenge... I think I need a healer..." she dragged out, trying to sound weak or at least less snarky, holding her maw in a grimace. Dragging herself out of her den slowly and only half way to hide her rear, Esti squinted up at the male, "Take a look..." Esti pulled the severed end of the lion's tail up and tossed it at Revenge, holding her face stiffly to avoid smiling.