7/31/2025, 5:42 PM
"Naturally. Bit skinnier 'round the belly, though." Murgrind nods with such pointed enthusiasm, it's clear that the titan-sized ursine doesn't read it as an insult. Why would she? Fatness is might, and might is right, when it comes to the herculean ice-bears of the north. Her paw raises, and down it slams, turning the rudimentary scribble of a seal into nothing more than a gash in the sand, soon to be swallowed by the slowly rising tide. Then, their attention is stolen by Häti as she scruffles and moves around. Murgrind's full, now, utterly stuffed with decaying narwhal meat, and she'll be fine for five days or more.
Ink-black eyes squint down at the strange shape, with it's knobby knees and long neck. There's a thick pause as Häti makes her claim, one circular white brow rising high on the beast's sloped forehead. "What, these things the size'a penguins 're whatnot? You ain't got the jaw's to put down lil' bogeymens like this, yeh?" Not only does Murgrind think Häti can't hunt one of these, she only naturally assumed something the likes of a camel didn't exist. It's now, that the carcass is abandoned, paw raising to bat away Häti's own depiction of the animals hunt. "You ain't got the beef's fer that, y' lil ratty fuck. Scavenger's ain't hunters." A lull out of their tongue, a cheeky little move as Murgrind . . . begins to move closer.
How bearish of her to just trundle forward instead of bothering to go around when leaving the carcass she'd devoured all the succulent and tasty bits from. Some of the more repugnant chunks of offal were left, most of the skin and muscle and blubber devoured by the bear.
Ink-black eyes squint down at the strange shape, with it's knobby knees and long neck. There's a thick pause as Häti makes her claim, one circular white brow rising high on the beast's sloped forehead. "What, these things the size'a penguins 're whatnot? You ain't got the jaw's to put down lil' bogeymens like this, yeh?" Not only does Murgrind think Häti can't hunt one of these, she only naturally assumed something the likes of a camel didn't exist. It's now, that the carcass is abandoned, paw raising to bat away Häti's own depiction of the animals hunt. "You ain't got the beef's fer that, y' lil ratty fuck. Scavenger's ain't hunters." A lull out of their tongue, a cheeky little move as Murgrind . . . begins to move closer.
How bearish of her to just trundle forward instead of bothering to go around when leaving the carcass she'd devoured all the succulent and tasty bits from. Some of the more repugnant chunks of offal were left, most of the skin and muscle and blubber devoured by the bear.
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