Everyone's Got a Baby Caribou.

As the struggle between predator and prey reached its apex, Rakia watched with a sense of grim satisfaction. Her teeth were deep within the throat of the flailing caribou, the hot spurt of its lifeblood filling her mouth. The taste was exhilarating, the sensation intoxicating. It was like liquid fire coursing through her veins, feeding the primal beast within her.

The young fae felt the caribou weakening beneath her, its legs collapsing under its body as it succumbed to exhaustion and fear. She allowed herself a moment to savor the victory before she tightened her jaws around the creature's throat, ending its life swiftly and mercifully. As the last breath of life left the caribou, Rakia released her grip, her eyes glinting with a fierce triumph. Her tongue tasted the crimson that lingered on her lips, savoring the metallic hint of victory. The chill of midwinter seemed to fade away in favor of a primal warmth that radiated from within her.

"Rakia Perreau"