when ronan took the neck and the body sagged, twitch froze for half a second. don’t let her suffer. she wished that the doe had not had to suffer at all, and yet—
the girl tries not to dwell on it as she steps in, wrapping her mouth around the throat this time. she bit down and held, eyes screwed shut until the struggle faded and the weight went slack beneath her. when it was done, she let go and stumbled back a step, chest heaving.
sorry. don't usually hunt bigger game.she muttered.
