7/30/2025, 9:37 PM
The 'fish' is only further ripped limb from limb, teeth finding blackening carrion bones betwixt her molars to fill the air with an intense GRIND-GRIND-GRIND. Gross, unsurprisingly, but the coyote opted to not just stay around, but move closer to that immense muzzle as it snorfed and flared with the exertion of eating. It's bordering on doggish, if not for the strange shape of her head and the extra flinging froth of drool that flew from her heavy lips. For a mercy, Murgrind does pause her eating to lick her chops, almost enough to batter the coyote directly in the nose tip with her tongue.
"Ehuh. Grow yer fur an' still turn t' a little cubed-ice 'yote." Thick black lips pull into a genuine, but uneven smile. She is, generally, an unserious individual. That doesn't, however, apply when someone is so damn close to her food. Back down her head goes, tilting her stronger side down like they're about to keep eating.
All at once, she lurches forward. It's not to try and crush Häti's face between her teeth. It's a warning bite, like a dog warning someone off of a prized treat. Immense, yellow-stained teeth CRACK! in the air as her jaws make contact with enough force to seal with a wretched popping noise. Then, back to eating she goes, still talking with her mouth chock-full of freshly-shorn flesh and blubber, nose flexing with a deep sniff. "Yeh. What we don't go an' finish off. Not what's up in my mouf' right now. Wait yer turn 'fore I pop ya like a seal's tick." Despite her words, it's a lighthearted warning. The bite in the air she considers enough of a warning, for Murgrind does not have the agility to defend her prize fully.
"Ehuh. Grow yer fur an' still turn t' a little cubed-ice 'yote." Thick black lips pull into a genuine, but uneven smile. She is, generally, an unserious individual. That doesn't, however, apply when someone is so damn close to her food. Back down her head goes, tilting her stronger side down like they're about to keep eating.
All at once, she lurches forward. It's not to try and crush Häti's face between her teeth. It's a warning bite, like a dog warning someone off of a prized treat. Immense, yellow-stained teeth CRACK! in the air as her jaws make contact with enough force to seal with a wretched popping noise. Then, back to eating she goes, still talking with her mouth chock-full of freshly-shorn flesh and blubber, nose flexing with a deep sniff. "Yeh. What we don't go an' finish off. Not what's up in my mouf' right now. Wait yer turn 'fore I pop ya like a seal's tick." Despite her words, it's a lighthearted warning. The bite in the air she considers enough of a warning, for Murgrind does not have the agility to defend her prize fully.
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