Willows
05-10-2020, 11:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-10-2020, 11:44 PM by Malalia.)
When its heart finally stopped, Malalia pried her jaws from the buck's throat, licking idly at the red that stained her lower jaw and part of her chest. Par for the course. A messy hunt was a good one, though she'd be wanting a thorough washing, later. Her tail waved happily at the smiling wolf, with an easily returned "You too," as she stepped away from the neck. Malalia didn't think she'd frowned at all in her entire interaction with Cairo. Maybe once, she remembered, but it certainly wasn't his doing. The man was overflowing with cheer and words of encouragement, and the yearling ate it up.
Perhaps a little more tasty, though, was the tantalizing scent of deer before her, and as Cairo was checking his wounds, she padded around to the buck's rump and looking for a good place to tear into her lunch. She stopped almost comically when Cairo announced the lesson, mouth wide open above her mark; Mal licked her lips and sat upright with a click of her jaws. Because no, she hadn't forgotten about skinning the deer in her hunger, and yes, she was ready to learn. Malalia tossed a simple, "Of course," and came around to Cairo's side to get a better view.