Tuktu Weir june bug, the weather breaks

A long pink tongue slapped at the bits of blood and tissue that marred her dark snout, slurping and cleaning in a frenzy. Kratha heard the offer and set upon the rest of the rabbit without further inquiry thereafter, but this took more time to break down. The rear portion had rich fat and a bulbous stomach (the rabbit must have fed well prior to its own death) adn she tore in to it greedily. Using her paws to pin the thing and her long face like a violently stabbing beak, she picked at it and made quite the mess.

But, it too was consumed with haste. Her concave belly had a nice plumpness to it afterwards and she, warm and buzzing from the activity of finally feeding after so long without, grinned toothily at her patron. Nice to meetcha, there was that tongue again, slicking across her shiny burgundy teeth, working at a chunk of gristle in an ugly manner only to deftly swallow it — M'name is Kratha.

Pleasure, I'm sure.