Sawtooth Spire there goes rabbit, he choked

His lips were pursed as he stared at the entrails. There was nothing appealing about their appearance, their explanation, their scent, nothing; and yet, their sight and their smell caused drool to accumulate in his mouth. It started to pour out over his lip, but he was quick to swallow what he could and flick his tongue out to gather the rest before he made a complete mess on his face. He did not understand, but it was instinct that caused this reaction, that implored him to eat even though his character disagreed.

His father commanded that he eat the liver, anticipating the question that immediately formed on the fox's face and pointing it out for him. This slick, dark thing did not appeal to him either, and he was not comforted in knowing that his mother favored it. He lowered his nose to it, and immediately retracted his head and stuck his tongue out in a overstated bleh! expression. But, the fox was not keen to disobey, at least not yet, and so with a deep breath he reached for the liver.

He bit into a tapered corner, severing it from the rest of the organ. He barely closed his mouth as he held this liver nugget on his tongue; indeed his teeth did not even touch. His ears were laid upon his skull, his eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth were pulled down to complete a look of total repugnance. Slowly, his muzzle started to tip backwards and his head leaned back, as if in doing so he could escape the atrocity on his tongue.

And this is how he stayed, frozen like Kris' dog when she tries to feed him raw liver.