cry a little

It took Muses a little longer to settle, looking for just the right spot, pawing at it before she settled, and then finally arranging the piglet before her, all in what appeared to be meticulous ceremony. However, once she was done with that, it did not take her long to dig in, ripping open the chest to start at the soft flesh that was easiest to eat. Gnawing on bone and cartilage, her eyelids lowered, hooded gaze distant and blissful. It was always a treat to go for a run after a hunt, to burn off the excess adrenaline, and ease into the sleepy comfort of eating in good company.

"You're not a half bad hunter yourself." She joked in between mouthfuls, shooting the two-toned boy a playful wink. Among her family, it was common knowledge that she was naturally talented as a hunter. They would often joke with her, somewhat ruefully, as a priestess would never be able to go on the big hunts that could provide food for the family. The risks were too great to chance the life of someone so valuable. Oxide did not know that, but he resembled her brothers just closely enough that she could almost pretend she was sitting down to eat with one of them. At ease, she stretched out, and flopped onto her side, now merrily gnawing on the bones, lilac eyes all but closed in contentment.