To the sharp end of my fangs

It was over, soon as she had wanted it to be. She didnt want to be in this the whole night but knowing hunts didnt take minutes she did her best to keep her usual impatience at bay, knowing emotions could stand on her way. As Merrick pushed the elk into the pit, it was technically over for the beast, jaws opened and soon she aimed to bite on the back of it's neck taking the chance of it aiming to get out but meeting the sharp end of her fangs instead. And soon from blood lose it died. Leaving a blood mess in the place and in her face. Well this seemed to be her common look, like in the festival. But she cared not. "Thanks," She said shortly as she would now process the meat.

Imperia's Speech