What's This?

Mal watched from the corner of her eye as Resin found an opening. She dug her teeth in harder and growled, doing her best the keep the creature's attention on her. And then the warrior dove in, her jaws clamping around the beat's throat. It jerked, vainly attempting to batter the duo away in its last moments. And slowly, inevitably, it stilled. Red began to trickle down its neck, beginning to pool beneath the wound. Malalia removed her fangs from the creature and ran her tongue over her muzzle, breathing heavily.

She was a little rattled at the sudden attack, but shone with pride when Resin praised her, tail waving softly. With the beast dead, she stepped forward to examine it more closely, head cocked and one ear pinned high with curiosity. And then Resin was offering to skin the not-bear, and she smiled. "Sure! I'm down to try some weird meat," she chuckled, and settled down to assist the she-wolf. Mal could always use more practice.