At his reprimand, Chessa looked down momentarily to show her apologies for disturbing him. She hadn't intended to, but her arms was beginning to throb some. The antler hadn't hit an artery or any major vein, but it still throbbed and was bleeding. As he snarled at the taste of the buck's blood, a part of her was proud of how she'd managed to killed the young buck. A slight moan escaped her lips as he licked at the blood trickling down her arm.
"This injury wasn't intentional. After I jumped on the buck's back and bit into his throat to make the kill, he thrashed his head. I was so intent on ripping his throat out and trying to keep him from falling on top of me that I didn't see his head jerk and stab me until it was too late. After he lay lifeless at my feet, I dragged him to the kitchen entrance and came straight here."