if you give a dog a bone

The little pink boy was focused on trying to get at the mushroom-coon. But Medusa was eager to have it for herself. He responded to her, and Medusa stood there with eyes zoned in on the glowing, mushroom raccoon and she desperately wanted to catch it, kill it, and dissect it like everything else. She wondered if the mushrooms would continue to grow even after she decapitated it and stuck it on a makeshift pike in her little head garden...the thought of it excited her even more, and she could barely contain her excitement. "You can have it when I'm done with it," Oh no. Oh no, that wouldn't do at all! She wanted it for herself! She had to have it! She was about to say something, but before she could, the mushroomed raccoon had swiped at the little pink boy and she practically yelped with him, but the whole scene only got her more excited.

Although there was nothing really holding her back, she practically acted like a dog at the end of the leash, eager to go after the squirrel that taunted her. She didn't want to get into any more trouble though, but it was so, so, so hard to not go after this thing. Would she even get in trouble for doing that? Wouldn't she be doing the pack a service by killing a glowy raccoon that she could then take to her den to dissect and conduct a taste test for? She mostly just wanted to add it to her smelly, decaying collection outside of her den...nobody had come around to stop her, after all. So what was one more head?

And then to her excitement, she heard the words! "Or help me kill it," Her head snapped to the pair as he swiped out with his own claws at the little beast, earning him a spitting hiss from the little beast. That was all the prompting she needed! With a delighted yip, Medusa lunged towards the animal in what would be considered ungraceful as she practically tried to dive-bomb the thing. It squealed as she did so, but in the moment she had to try and grab it with snapping teeth, the mushroom raccoon had managed to evade her.

Medusa practically slammed headfirst into the tree, but it did little to deter her. Only slightly dazed, she shook it off for no more than a heartbeat before scrambling back to her paws and racing after the animal. She was determined to get it, and everything else around her was pretty much forgotten as she zeroed in on the little oozy beast. The skeleton marked girl even forgot the little pink boy was there as she chased the raccoon around the tree, around him, and then as it tried to scramble up the tree, she managed to lunge for its tail and grab the tip of it in her teeth. A gurgling hiss and squeal combo sound came from the sick little beast, and it let go of the tree trunk to drop on Medusa's face. It hissed and spit and clawed at her muzzle, causing her to stumble back as she tossed her head every which way, though her jaws still snapped at it as she tried to get it off and into waiting jaws.

The raccoon almost seemed to hold on for dear life as Medusa practically bucked like a wild horse, the little sharp claws of the masked beast digging into her skin and causing her to start getting frustrated, but still, she kept on. In a last-ditch effort, Medusa shook her head as hard as she could, finally shaking the creature against the tree trunk. It hit with a dull thud before it slipped to the ground, and is it sat dazed, Medusa lunged once more before it could recover. She grabbed onto it, shook her head vigorously, and even after the creature went limp, she continued to shake it around like a rag doll, causing ooze and blood to splatter every which way.

When she was done, she was breathing hard as she sat down, tail wagging before looking at the pink pup. "Ha! Got eem!"

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