Teeth met tissue and she sunk her canines into the tenderness of the elk's neck. She could feel the great beast's hot blood pulsing against her bite, and then springing to the surface where it's warmth burst across her tongue and down the sides of her maw. But the downed cow was still very much alive, struggling and writhing about in its animalistic fear, continuing to pose a real threat to the wolves.
There was a flash of bronzed fur in the corner of her eye, and before she could glance over, Nephthys had also taken hold of the beast's underthroat. Their heads were shoved together, both working to drain the life from the elk, but Leera let a low snarl curl from somewhere deep in her throat.
She held on until the kicking slowed, ears flat against her head as she growled through the hunk of fleshy underthroat in her mouth at her counterpart, not really threatening her but rather insisting "this couldn't have happened without me." A few more dragging moments and the elk's eyes rolled white and it was finished.
Leera spat out the bit she was clenching between her teeth, licking her stained maw and stepping away gingerly. Her pink eyes roved across the elk's bloodied pelt, saliva pooling as she imagined all that meat just beneath the surface. "Well," she said after a moment, ribs heaving gently with pants. "The verdict?"
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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