Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts
06-21-2020, 11:58 PM
Her eyes lit up, mouth watering, tail sweeping out behind her as Mortis laid out a seafood feast before them. Deer, bison, bear -- none of those could possibly hold a candle when it came to her love of all things fish. The plains of her natal pack were... lacking, in basically any prey that wasn't an ungulate. Wild boar was also a favorite, but at the top of that list was nearly every type of seafood. She had learned to fish in Boreas, actually, and her first taste of salmon was comparable to seeing the stars for the very first time.
Oh, Mortis. What had that poor boy done?
"Not half bad at all," she grinned, dragging a salmon towards her. "You know salmon is like, my favorite food ever, right?" She meticulously scraped off the scales and plucked off the fins before going for the brains first. Then she sunk her teeth into the buttery, rich flesh of the belly, careful for the bones. One might've thought she hadn't eaten in days.
"So what did you do today? How's training been?"
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