A little part of Nimona wasn't sure how much Ylva might want to save, if this was a thing to feed the humans, too. But as she spares a sideways glance, she seems to get her answer: this deer is theirs. There can be more later if necessary.

Nimona grins, wide and bloody and without a scrap of humanity. She buries her face in the deer's belly, the meat still hot as they feast together.