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lmao... poor feyre

Raccoon meat has never tasted so delectable. Though she can count on one paw the number of times she has eaten 'coon flesh, she doesn't remember ever really enjoying it as she does now. She pays little mind to the brief exchange occuring between the others, but when the pretty woman flees the scene, she pauses and looks up without lifting her head. Poor thing. Spencer's heart briefly lurches in pity, honestly believing that the shewolf had not meant any harm. She would have offered the remainder of the kill to her - but it is not her kill to offer. Besides, the white wolf is gone, vanished into the wood.

The ghost eats her fill. Her belly reaches its capacity quickly, her stomach having shrunk in her time of famine. A brief bout of nausea overcomes her. She gags softly, then freezes in place, willing the meat to stay in her belly. Fortunately, the feeling subsides, leaving her so full she feels as though she may burst in half. 

Spencer silently and neatly cleans the excess blood and fur from her maw, leaving it stained a deep pink - even her ears bear droplets of blood. Feeling suddenly drowsy, she sits on her haunches in her delicate way and regards the man with wide blue eyes. Thank you, sir, she says quietly. You are very kind. He already let her eat his food, yet she still can't seem to grasp her good fortune.