Iðunn watched as the girl latched on with a satisfying snap, effectively hobbling the doe with one bite. Not wasting time to admire the girls' skills she pushed forward with a burst of speed, using her hind legs to spring herself up into the air. Jaws opened wide, she found her mark at the side of the doe's neck, and latched on like her life depended on it. In a way it sort of did.
The doe buckled beneath her added weight, and with its injured leg it stumbled once, twice, before finally falling face first into the dirt. Not daring to let go, Iðunn fell with it, using each limb to stabilise herself as the doe fell beneath her. Only when it lay on its side, desperately kicking out with its legs, did she swiftly change her hold, going straight for the now easily accessible throat. With a moaning cry that light up her every nerve, the doe's struggles lessened as warm blood spurted from its torn throat.
Finally it gave one last kick with a leg and gurgled wetly, and only then did Iðunn release her vice-like grip, eagerly licking her blood-stained lips. She turned to the girl then with a satisfied expression. "Nicely done." Praise was always given when it was deserved. "Each eat our fill, then split the carcass?" While she had no den to store it away in, Iðunn would happily drag her share of the remaining carcass to a more private location to eat until it was nothing but bones. She had no preference for the head or ass portion, but having the skull would be a nice trophy.
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