Let's Kill Some Shit.

Quill bit and bit and bit, sliding his teeth further into the cats throat with every chew. Eventually, sharp teeth hit something vital and his mouth was filled with a rush of blood. That was when he dropped the feline and kicked it away, spitting rivers of blood onto the ground beside him. He was a mess, but it was worth it. He'd gotten to kill something and he'd also had a chance to be a bro. One of the guys.

Turning his attention to Deimos, Quill watched as the other dire brute took out his tiger. Quill's lay twitching on the ground behind him, but it was very much dead. He wondered if anyone would want the hides or if they should just leave the bodies here as a sign in case any other tigers wanted to fuck around and find out.

Quill Quilin Klein