Devil, devil

She waved her monochrome tail with her happiness at his obedience, then set to work on cleaning his wounds. The taste was not foreign to her, she ate the dead in a grieving ritual that gave her their strength, or just to survive in the case of her siblings. It was only once with her family, but if her feeling is deep enough, she will consume the body. True cannibalism was foreign to her, but it wouldn't take much to convert the woman. She ate carrion and other nastiness,  wolf meat wouldn't be so different though the idea of killing another wolf wasn't quite as palatable.  She wondered if she would ever be able to take on a bear, or something more dangerous. His blood was metallic in nature, but held something spicy within like a spiced wine she used to drink at home on festival days. Small lights began to appear as the Fae watched their queen clean the wounds of what should have been an enemy.

Once she cleaned him and the worst of the bleeding stopped, she applied the slightly dampened horsetail to his wounds in a poultice of sorts to cover it. "Nothing for the pain right now, literally nothing grows on this island but a few poisonous plants. I am fine with eating bear, you'd be surprised by my diet really. I'm not normal." She stared at the now lifeless corpse of the bear, moving around to look into the scowling face of the dead beast. Making eye contact with the ursine, Aza smirks. "This one was a wolf killer, you can see the scars on his face now that he's still. Been in quite a few fights too." She tilted her head to better look into those black beady eyes and disappeared for a while, just staring into the beast before she ate. She wanted to know it's life through its death.