Snowforest Taiga Breath of Terramorphous

If anyone wasn't quiet, it was certainly her companion. How she hadn't heard the female, Nochtli wasn't sure but as soon as she did, she veered off towards the sound of her voice, anger and all. They were both struggling with this lone wolf thing, too used to the structure and the companionship of their homelands. Not cut out for any of this, Nocta was 90% ready to throw in the towel. Go home. Admit failure. 

"Ugh, plants again, Acetaminophen?" Her voice, a tad whiny, cut the air as she eyed the crap that Cita dropped. "I'd rather eat a weasel. Maybe a bison. Or a jaguar. Anything, even if it's muscular. As long as it's not green." She couldn't stand plants any longer, but with their waning strength, hunting had been a bitch. Especially the small stuff, since it was so fast. With her feet hurting like this, there was no way she could have caught a squirrel or rabbit. 

She sighed, snatching up the roots in her teeth and began to chew, wrinkling her nose at the bitter taste. "We fin' 'im, 'm gonn' kill 'im 'n 'ave 'dinner," The female announced around the dirt-covered plant in her mouth. "Chew 'n 'is bones." UGH. She got a squelch of bitter, rooty, plant blood, her eyes screwing shut, shuddering as the taste slid over her tongue. Gross. Gross. Gross. Swallowing, she peered at Citali, a pathetic expression on her maw. "Doesn't any of this shit taste decent?"