Lysis was happy. Truly, completely happy. How the hell had she ever left him before? Since reuniting with him - hopefully for he final time - she realized she could not bear the thought of living without him. Even lying here, soaked to the bone and with a muzzle covered in blood, feeling fatigued from their short hunt, she felt as complete as she ever had. Even when she'd lived amongst family, in Glaciem with their father and all of her siblings, she had never felt quite so at home.
It wouldn't be a stretch to guess Kyarst felt the same way. Briefly she looked up from the meal she'd been engrossed in, noticing that he was staring. "What?" she'd ask, feigning a defensive tone, though there was a hint of laughter in her eyes. "Do I have something on my face?" Of course she did -- both of their faces were nearly soaked through with blood, though her mess was considerably more noticeable on her pale fur. A slight grin would be offered and her tail would bat the ground lightly behind her, though she soon moved to tear another strip of flesh off, grateful for the meal and willing to gorge herself until the only possible option was to sleep and digest.
Kyarst, her half-brother and closest friend, is allowed in any and all of her threads.
