Brenda paid the old woman no heed, instead snatching the stained bundle from Liza's trembling fingers. In a frenzy, she tore through the rough binding and fell upon the dripping contents with feral abandon.
For long moments, the cave echoed with the sounds of wet rending and Brenda's frenzied growls as she glutted herself on the kill's fresh viscera. Only when every last scrap and splinter of bone had been stripped clean did her slowing pants subside into measured breaths once more.
Lifting her muzzle from the offal-streaked earth, the young lycan's pale eyes flicked from the half-devoured carcass to the wizened old woman watching in silence. Then, as reason slowly burned away the haze of savagery lingering at the periphery of her mind, Brenda seemed to slump in on herself - a tremulous
