Our Skin Is Not Fruits [Cal]

Quickly, another tendon severed. Exhaustion running through her veins as she hoped Tarnish would do something. Her adrenaline is soaring, her belly doing flip flops, her tongue lapping up the blood as it gushes into her mouth. Once her teeth can puncture and tear the tendon, she rips away her head. Just in time to scoot out of the way as the bear roars furiously and begins to stumble backward. With no use of its rear legs and now fulling blinded, there is no hope for the bear.

Cal looks to Tarnish, her ivory coat covered from ears to toes in blood, a wide and almost crazed smile on her face. "Ya ain't that bad at killin'," she retorts as she wanders over to her brother to see if he has any substantial injuries. Noting that the blood that mars his obsidian pelt is all bear, she turns to watch the beast collapse. Her own pants and swollen tongue heaving in time to match the dying bear. "Think we yank the teeth outta this one?" Cal asks as a giggle bubbles up and she lifts a paw to try and hide her near delirious behavior.

"Speech"