Clean claws make a dirty kill

Winter's breath swept the white earth passing by. It rustled the darkened snow coat of Helonia. Her gaze watched every slight movement made. A twitching ear to track the sounds surrounding the fawn. Delicate hooves planted so gently into the ground below. Having not picked up on the predatory scent nearby. Helonia embraced each second that ticked by. Tongue gliding with ease over moist lips. Already tasting the sweet substance that lies just beneath the tawny flesh of her prey. She prepared herself for the next step. Claws gripping whatever they could for balance. Hips wiggled with the shuffle of back paws as her body sprung forth. 

The fawn reacted immediately; though its response was quite clumsy due to the heaviness of her pregnancy. Long limbs tripped over one another. Giving Helonia the advantage to wrap her jaws around the fatiness of a thigh. Teeth sinking deep into the thick appendage. Followed by a guttural snarl of victory. She savored the way the deer yawled out in pain. Pushing the sound from the depths of her throat. Hel, too, could not help the devilish chuckle that slipped through clenched fangs. 

Another gust of wind carried another's musk towards her. The familiarity of it nearly made her halt in movements; but, not enough to stop what was already destined. Her head yanked the fawn's leg from underneath. Watching the soon-to-be mother fall with another loud cry. Had she not been so hungry perhaps she would have let the game go for enjoyment. That wasn't the case right now. Starvation drove her to the brink of destruction. Giving no room for argument as she released the thigh to then sink her teeth into the fawn's neck. Blood gushed like water into her mouth. Gurgling sounds of what once was a sound of despair filled the skies. Helonia grinned with pride. She didn't want the fawn to die so quickly. It wouldn't be much fun. 

From somewhere within, Melanth watched with high disgust. Knowing fully that her beautiful coat would be stained and completely disheveled from Hel's hunting. The thought made her pout in irritation. Even if Helonia had not paid attention to their father's arrival. She surely did. Drawing herself to look through their eyes to see the white male yelling out instructions. "So, he's finally found us. Satan himself hath arisen from hell to rescue us once more, Helonia." Her words registered into their mind and this snapped their head t'wards Setekh. The fawn was briefly forgotten for only just a second. She felt the moment it thought itself free and watched in amusement as it limped away.

There wasn't much to where it could go. They both watch in amusement as it drags its injured leg in an attempt to escape. "Seems our lunch is trying to run. Whatever shall we do, Father?"
"Helonia"~"Melanth"