Heron Lake Plateau nous sommes l'emeraude

Well, that was going a little unexpected. She hadn't planned on receiving a morsel of the fish, but she also wasn't about to turn it down either. Life was an experience and all that, though one she questioned even as he offered the piece to her. Her nose worked vigorously at the end of her snout—there was the slightest change of scents here—before she gave the fish a careful taste with her tongue.

It wasn't exactly a flavor explosion, but it wasn't all that bad.

She wolfed it down, fitting of her species. Better she eat it now before another curious body rousted and came over to snatch it away. It had nothing to do with whether or not they were all fed adequately because they were, but simply the best option available. Got something good? Better hide it or eat it quickly.

Her tail waved against the dusty floor as she beamed up at him once again.