Herbalists' Cache pussy wagon

She watches the stranger from atop her gaze, putting her mouth carefully on one side of the browning fruit and begins to gnaw away a piece. It offers a wet crack and breaks away into her mouth, chewing—the inside of her cheeks burn, as if they are turning inside out—but she doesn’t let the stranger know. Mallaidh watches as the other girl sniffs the ground, searching every inch of the spot she’d been laying in.
 
It’s not enough, of course, because by the end of the investigation, the stranger has refocused on her again and what she’s got between her paws. Her teeth pull back a second time in warning, claws digging into the fruit as she draws it closer in to her chest. Hesitation keeps the stranger at bay but it’s clear what she wants she steps closer and whines, nose twitching eagerly for what she has. Mallaidh barks once then snaps her teeth forward in warning (their distance keeps her from making contact, though it hadn’t been in her intention). She then chomps her teeth down around the last chunk of fruit and crushes it, swallowing it within a few bites as stray pieces fall to the ground.