A feast to be had

Panting heavily as Morgana was, she kept her hold on the animals neck unwilling to let it go. The deer thrashed and struggled as it's life ebbed away bit by bit; Morgana's hold proving to be suffocating. What a way to go, to fight with all you had as your breath was literately taken away. Panting as she was through the sides of her mouth that hold only tightened as she bit harder against the animals neck; it was then a scent came to her. One of a rogue, one that shouldn't be there. Those eyes peered past the animal to the younger male that approached her and the now stilling deer; it struggled and thrashed a few more times before it was over. Able to let go finally as Morgana let that tongue slip over those blackened lips and muzzle that of which had been stained red by the blood of the animal.

All too familiar lyrics left the boys maw causing the dame to blink once as she stared at him. "C'est un art, celui qui prend des ann?es pour se perfectionner." The home land vocals left her, it had been too long perhaps since Morgana had heard another speak such foreign words one that her family had been built upon. The boy's hunger and salivating maw hadn't gone unnoticed along with his thin and starving for. "Boy, pourquoi n'?tes-vous pas avec vos a?n?s, votre sac ? dos?" Letting the words pass through her maw once again, those eyes shifted to the deer just resting just before her being between her and the male rogue before her.