To a room with some lace and paper flowers

The doe was successfully brought to the ground. Reaper's maws clutched the windpipe and jugular harder. He shook his head violently, trying his best to quickly end the thing and get this over win. Blood poured from the wound and painted his white face and maws. The deer let out a final dying below as it's sides heaved no more. It fell limp before him and he looked over to Mae, who was trying to speak with her mouth full. He gave her a cheesy grin. "Yes I guess we will." He nodded back to her, his attention back on the doe. He gave it a sniff, his maws watering with hunger. "You may eat first." He told Mae, sitting down patiently. He was trying to be polite. She did help take the doe down afterall, it was the least he could do.