She slid off of him and limped over to a pile of wealth. She didn’t even have the strength to climb to the top of it; she fell into it and tried not to groan.
She gasped for breath, and remembered the humans Zarthia had made her kill. Was this.. was this how they felt, as they were dying?
Her neck was punctured twice, and her stomach was punctured as well. Suddenly free to breathe, she laid on her side.
She grunted but sunk her back claws into his stomach. Her spiked tail went up behind him, finding the holes she’d punctured before, and the long spines pressed even deeper into his rear.