[Seasonal Event] The morning after

Isla didn't release her jaws from the luxere until it went down, a growl rising up deep in her throat that sounded suspiciously satisifed when the glow faded from its beautiful antlers. A long tongue licking at the blood around her maw, she rose to her feet and shook herself off, tail flicking contentedly behind her. Isla's laughter would echo in Remi's mind as he so gallantly allowed her to go first, and she padded around to offer an affectionate and instinctive headbutt against his mane. You are too kind, she told him, whiskers twitching for a moment before she settled herself on the snow to tear strips of flesh from the luxere's haunches, teeth and claw making short work of any resistance offered by the still warm body. Kindness aside, though, don't make a lady eat alone. She chuckled. ISLA pray for me pray to me