Alby Mangroves's Choice: Picture 2
Bella needs practice.
It’s not as easy as it looks to hold something so fragile without sinking fingers into flesh as though it’s nothing but soft dough.
As she draws the remaining blood from her kill, Bella relaxes her stranglehold just shy of crushing its ribcage and lowers the carcass to the ground where it sprawls limply.
Carefully, she withdraws her hands from under the doe’s skin, feeling terrible for causing the poor animal more pain than necessary.
Her fingers drip with its blood, globules of it already drying, blackening around her short nails.
Next time, I’ll be more careful.