Let Loose

Noir unleashed himself, let go completely and indulged in the carnage. Tearing, ripping, shaking the life out of the vermin. He didn’t go unscathed either, with his ruthless fury came lack of preservation. By the time the pair of them were through with the pack of them Noir was splattered with coyote blood and bleeding from a few wounds of his own. All to soon it seemed like they stopped coming at him.

Noir breathed heavily as his attention was reigned in and focused back on Ashmedai as he spoke questioningly. ”Yeah. Are you, old man?” He asked with a tired smirk before shifting to the carcass. Yes. Food.

Ash didn’t seem eager to touch it but Noir dug right in, not caring if his uncle saw how ravenous he’d become. He tore away at the carcass, filling his belly because he didn't know when the next time he’d be able to would roll around. Summer picked carefully at the carcass but also hopped over to the fresh bodies of the dead coyotes.