Firefly Glen frankie goes to hollywood

[table width=72%][tr][td]

Though he regarded the scene without true expectation, Grievous nonetheless found himself caught by surprise when the robust stranger pulled apart her sparse meal and tossed him a comparably bony share. But the savage was not picky, and nor did he carry with him the baggage of uncertainty. The skull had yet to still before he was plodding forward with large, tread-forging steps, uninterested in carrying himself in any sort of lightness. Coolly receptive, he snapped up the skull and slurped down the spine with a crunch, hardly sparing the chews before his gift was gone.

He sniffed the ground for anything he might’ve left, lapping up blood and dirt in a single pass of his tongue before he leveled his head with his shoulders, and peered attentively at the she-wolf. He licked his chops several times, but was otherwise still as he waited with tempered eagerness for an opening to approach her.

[/td][/tr][/table]