Sweet Talk

She dug and she dug and she dug. When she slipped she would dive back in on a new spot with a frenzied fury, her claws raking into the fur and flesh to get down to the bone.

The bear fell and she worked her way up the hip of the bear, slathered in thick red blood, panting, clawing and growling. Her ears stoppered by the scent and thrum of blood blood blood. A faint sound of her mother tried to wind its way through the pounding in her head. Still, her body persisted and dug, even as the bear became motionless, she snarled and bit and tugged at the flesh, thrashing her head from side to side. Again a voice teased its way through her ears trying to find a purchase in her attentions but she couldn't hear a thing. Her panting became rapid and her movements weakened as her energy waned through the bloodlust.

She slipped on a thick puddle of blood on her twisted paw and suddenly lay still with her eyes closed, her sides heaving breathless. Something within her told her it was dead, that her mother was proud, another was screaming at her to keep going, kill it kill it or she'll die! The second voice was louder and she weakly scrambled back to her paws to keep attacking the bear, her eyes blind as she found a tuft of blood-soaked grass and started tearing at it.