Wild Berry Meadow you swallow me, i'm a pill on your tongue

his posessiveness towards his trophy was something that she understood — she was quite prone to resource guarding too, but she could not help but wash her intense gaze back over the putrid thing.

her muscles had wound and coiled tightly, ready to react to movement and as he spurned the cold, rotting skull from the warmth of his belly, she lurched towards it, grasping it fully in her jaws after it clacked across the frozen ground.

she worked violently and without method, tearing flesh from bone and bone from sinew, jerking her head back and forth as she manipulated the fetid thing around between clamped jaws.

she'd never tasted something so vile, gooey remnants slogging off down her throat as she tore, rotting white matter mashed down by girth and precum; though it did nothing to defer her assault, it was not something she wished to experience again.

raising her head from her new prize, she runs her salmon pink tongue over her muzzle, saliva thick and clacking.