| Antoinette blinked, her mismatched eyes staring up at the male, watching as he dug through the carcass, ripping it open and exposing the insides. Her stomach rumbled again as the smell of warm meat reached her delicate pink nose. Her ears flicked forward to catch his next words and she nodded enthusiastically, her tail waving as she stepped towards the carcass. She had never been able to eat from a freshly-killed carcass, she had been surviving on old scraps and before that she had always gotten a haunch to chew on, or the meat was already cold by the time she got around to eating. The princess nodded at the male's next words, before she began to tear at the warm meat, staining her muzzle and chest with blood. The fawn seemed like the best thing that she had ever tasted, and her little tail wagged as she continued to eat, her small teeth tearing away chunks of the carcass.
The cream and white girl, now stained with blood, pulled away from the fawn when she had eaten her fill which really wasn't much at all. She was small to begin with, and from months of eating a minimal diet, Antoinette couldn't fit all that much in her stomach. She licked some of the blood off of her lips but it didn't really do much considering she had just about buried her whole muzzle in the fawn. A messy eater perhaps, but she hadn't gotten to eat meat that wasn't weeks old in a long time. Her stomach felt full for the first time in a long time and it was wonderful.
"Who is Naamah?" Antoinette asked with a curious tilt of her delicate head. "Actually, I don't think we've been introduced either. I am Antoinette. Thank you for the meal." She said with a small smile. The cream and white yearling thought it best to leave out the fact she was a princess... or used to be at least. Somehow she didn't think that the male would appreciate knowing that fact... or even care much.
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