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Her father licked the wound on her head. Adrenaline was still coursing through her and the cut didn't even hurt. It likely wasn't even that big, but head wounds had a way of appearing more serious than they actually were. Approval was given and Asla beamed, her bloody little maw splitting in a grin.

Rising, she took the opportunity to look the pig over. "It smells bad." That acrid stench was still there and she wrinkled her nose. "They taste better than they smell." The blood was still on her tongue and she knew this to be fact. Looking to her father, she tilted her head. "What do we do with it now?" Did they just eat it like that? Did they cut it up? Did they remove the stuff inside? She had no idea.