Well, she looked like some kind of victorious divinity, drenched in the blood of her victims. Bodied littered the ground around her and blood from her final kill stained her muzzle and dripped down her chest. I looked around - the only thing left alive was the creature I had pinned to the ground earlier, still writhing about like a butterfly on a board with my sword planted in its side and into the earth. I strode over to it and stomped down, pulping its head beneath my boot. I wiped the remains off as I moved over to my lover, who was watching me carefully as I approached her.

I circled her slowly, my eyes trailing up and down her body. Her hands had elongated, with hefty black claws in place of her manicured nails, and as I had noticed already her mouth had become a wolf’s muzzle. Wide, wide eyes stared at me unflinchingly as I set my sword back into its sheath. One hand came out to gently stroke along the soft, light covering of white fur that had been stained red with blood. “Well. Still lovely, sweetheart, just a bit more feral. Can't say I dislike it.” I grinned at her before looking around the clearing. There were none left, corpses the only thing remaining.

“Well then. I take it you know how to prepare these things? I think there's certainly enough here to satisfy our hunger.” I looked to my now more feral lover, who was staring at me intently. Her chest rose and fell slightly faster, her body was tense as she turned away from me. I heard some cracking and groaning, I believe it was her bones morphing back to their rightful place.

“Yes,” she gasped softly turning back around. “I do know how to prepare them.” I smiled at her and began moving around, dragging the bodies into one place, stacking them up a bit like cordwood. She'd taken one and begin cutting it apart with her dagger, carving it like one might a side of beef. As Camille sliced away strips of meat, I began preparing a fire, gathering together actual wood and kindling together to light. I coughed a bit as the smoke from the fire started drifting upwards - damn, wet wood.

“The fire is ready when you are, love.” I called over my shoulder to her. She brought over some of the meat, and I took it, skewering the chunks on long sticks. I planted one end into the ground, letting the meat cook, and pulled her down to sit next to me, and wrapped my arm around her and held her against my side.

“A nice little scrap. Now I know my divine magic still has something of an effect on demons of this world.” I murmured as the fire crackled and popped in front of us. “Were you injured beyond your hand, sweetheart?” I turned to study her with one eye, checking to make sure she hadn't been bitten.

“No, no I am fine. I promise,” she smiled at my tenderness for her. I kissed her forehead and nodded in relief. If she'd been injured I would have been rather upset with myself. At least I could heal.

“Ah, let me look at your hand, see if I should heal you.” I took her wrist in one hand and unwrapped the cloth she had wound around her palm. There was some blood clotting up in her hand, and I brushed it away gently so I could see the injury. It was a mild cut, just enough to draw her blood, but I still didn't like her hurt. I pressed my hand against my chime and began chanting, a prayer for a soft benediction of aide for her. Warm light flowed around us for a moment, and when it faded away her skin had returned to its unmarred state.

I brought her palm up to my lips and kissed it, before smiling at her. “Food should be ready soon.” I reached out and rotated the meat, making sure it cooked at least somewhat evenly. I pulled one away and bit into the meat - it was still a bit bloody. I offered it to her with a raised eyebrow as I let the others cook longer.

“Cooked enough for you love, or too much?” I tilted my head to the side and watched her.