Cricket Creek Bog Itsy Went Up The Water Spout

Mrphmmrwf nmmrrphrmmrr— Grimeye didn't put all that much effort into her last reply, and was more concerned with busying herself gathering up her prey. It was quite a mouthful, even with the long thin neck bit to grab onto; the larger bird's corpse tried to drag her head down in an awkward lop-sidedly fashion, was difficult to hold along with the smaller carcass, and banged into her chest in an irritating pendulum-like tempo. Thinking better, however, Grimeye licked the gathering saliva from her lips and glanced up to make sure Itsy hadn't somehow magically thought better of her own meal and decided to try nice juicy bird wings in place of those blasted earthworms, but the tiny birdling was already winging out of sight. Not that Itsy could have eaten very much of the coywolf's prey, no matter how hard she tried, with a stomach that couldn't have been much bigger than Grimeye's remaining eyeball, but it was definitely always better not to have to share.

Grimeye maneuvered the dead birds over to a drier patch on land nearer the swamp's edge and tore into the big one's belly, hollowing it out in the process of filling her own belly well. She gave a contented little burp once she had quickly gorged herself and then very carefully picked up first the small bird and then the large in one long slow swoop of the jaw. This time there was at least less of the big guy to thump into Grimeye's chest, as she sampled the air and then held her treasures out away from her as she decamped from the swamplands at last. This place had been worth the visit, after all...who'd've thought!