02.Apr.13, 12:41 AM
She ran the herd for what was perhaps a little longer than strictly necessary before picking her next victim, diving upon the creature with a twist as it veered in an attempt to get away. It let out a mournful lowing sound before Caxith ended its life in much the same way she had done the last. Let Besulth take a turn, love, he suggested, and, grumbling, Caxith settled fully onto all four legs and paused long enough for her rider to disengage himself from his riding straps and slide down her shoulder. She fell on the first of her two collected carcasses with vigor, T'rielle watching with a look that was a solid mixture of fondness and disgust.
Aren't you going to say hello? He asked, amused and well aware of his dragon's less-than-subtle protectiveness over her kills. T'rielle knew that the brown wasn't going to steal her food, and on most levels so did she. But that didn't mean she had intended to be welcoming. She wasn't a lady or anything. But she was fond of this particular classmate, and was willing to share "her" hunting range. Just this once. T'rielle sighed.