wine and dine

As was becoming the usual, Swift was the first to turn his attention to the return of his mother (or the approach of anyone or anything). He had started to pad forward to greet her, when she suddenly stopped and wretched something onto the den floor. He stared at it for a moment, and then moved toward it. He sniffed around the pile of loveliness, and then compelled by instinct or perhaps the tantalizing aroma of bile soaked, gooey flesh, began to lap and nip at the meat. In moments, he grabbed a small chunk of dragged it from the pile, where he began to chew with earnest, swallowing little bits as he freed them. Delice.