Ankyra Sound you sleep with pregnant hookers and your dinosaur eats grass!

Blame for the death of a possible recruit did not register to Rat. What registered was that he had the taste of blood on his tongue, and as much meat as he could suck down his throat before he was commanded to follow. He trailed lazily, burping loudly as his stomach attempted to get around the large slabs of wolf-flesh that he had consumed. It almost made him ill, but he could not be any more pleased. Unfortunately for the miserable beast, his parasite load would soon find him ravenous again.

As his partner paused to dig in the sand, Rat dropped his rump to the ground and hiked a hind leg forward for a vigorous scratching session. He scratched so hard at his flea-bitten skin that dirty furs rained down onto the beach.