why dont you caribou-t me?

Usually, the prey cry out when they're under attack. Usually they fight back, harder than this reindeer is trying to beat the predators back. This one is... wrong. Everything about the behavior is wrong, and Iscariot doesn't know where to begin. There's a knot forming in her stomach over it, something she can't put words to. Though her teeth shred into the beast's flesh, it doesn't... seem to care? What the fuck?

Stepping back from the bloody scene, her brow furrows. Wiping her muzzle against the snow, clearing the blood and debris from her mouth, Iscariot's stomach churns. "I don't like it." Quiet, as she mulls over the strange developments.


"Iscariot"