Literature
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I can feel it. Blood, pouring past my teeth as I bite down. Screams muffled... trancending into gurgles as crimson life spills from the now torn throat. I stand on my legs, bones rattle and shake as the now still body held in my sharp teeth is lifted up UP. I perk, turning my head at the sound of footsteps drawing near. The body swings slowly, dead but easy weight. Ah, it is mearly my brother, keeping an eye on my hunt. He is silent, but with an incline of the skull, I understand. With a last glance to the stained snow I start off, carrying my prize back home.
We'll eat well tonight.