7/26/2025, 5:33 AM
"A bite or two?" Murgrind looks at the little . . . thing. Let's call it a fox. They squint at this lanky, furless little fox with an expression of perplexed bluster. By the Stars is this the boldest little rat of a canine they've ever witnessed, and it's enough to coax a bark of laughter from her, scarred face crinkling up again in a far more easygoing way. "Whaddo you think this is, eh? S' it a charity or somefin'?" Clearly, her tone isn't insulted, more akin to flabbergastedness than anything else.
"S' 'ere 's mine, yeh? First come, first serve, an' all that. Law o' the ice, love." A loud SMACK! of the narwhal's side rings out as brutishly massive claws slap into it. "No wonder yer a skinny lil' fox, with the way yer goin' 'bout gettin' a meal!" Another snorf of amusement, shaking her head slightly with a slapping of her lips and a wriggle of that shred of meat that dangles from her maw. Enough, even to have her tongue flicking out again, chasing that shred away from her maw as she chuffs once again.
Her following question is enough to have Murgrind blinking, one eye after another, like a befuddled little frog. ". . . wot? Y' never seen a bear? Because that's wot I am, yeh?" The paw not on the corpse reaches up and thumps her chest, leaving a crimson smear on the point of contact. Even if this little 'fox' has seen a bear before, Murgrind is leagues bigger than black bears, than pandas, than grizzlies, than even your average female Polar Bear. "C'mon, lil' Foxie. Y' got eyes t' be seein' and a noise to be smellin', yeh?"
"S' 'ere 's mine, yeh? First come, first serve, an' all that. Law o' the ice, love." A loud SMACK! of the narwhal's side rings out as brutishly massive claws slap into it. "No wonder yer a skinny lil' fox, with the way yer goin' 'bout gettin' a meal!" Another snorf of amusement, shaking her head slightly with a slapping of her lips and a wriggle of that shred of meat that dangles from her maw. Enough, even to have her tongue flicking out again, chasing that shred away from her maw as she chuffs once again.
Her following question is enough to have Murgrind blinking, one eye after another, like a befuddled little frog. ". . . wot? Y' never seen a bear? Because that's wot I am, yeh?" The paw not on the corpse reaches up and thumps her chest, leaving a crimson smear on the point of contact. Even if this little 'fox' has seen a bear before, Murgrind is leagues bigger than black bears, than pandas, than grizzlies, than even your average female Polar Bear. "C'mon, lil' Foxie. Y' got eyes t' be seein' and a noise to be smellin', yeh?"
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