May I Borrow A Cup of Flesh?

Marrow

Marrow bolted away from the lion but could tell it was gaining on her. She didn't look back, instead she put her head down and ran for all she was worth. Before she'd gotten far she heard the lion roar in pain and she risked looking back to see an unfamiliar man attacking its side. Instinct told her to take the chance and run but there was a bit of anger bubbling in her stomach. There'd been plenty of food. She only needed a few bites. Why wouldn't the lion share? Just like her family, the greedy bastard. With a snarl she turned and charged. The lion was focused on the man so she took the opportunity to charge at it, slamming her chest into the outside of its arm while her claws dug into back and chest, teeth finding purchase where the mane ended.