Barrow Fields i would ask, almost insist, on treating you kind and fair

tachyon was vexed -- partially because his distortion of the truth had not flagged alarm in the female and partially because she had turned down his offering. this rejection marked the second or third (well, actually, he'd lost track at this point) time that lusca had shot him down from elation like a hunter pierces the flowy bosom of a swan -- and like the deadstruck, tachyon plummeted swiftly to earth.

he afforded her a scant smile, unsure of how to proceed. his own mouth watered and he feared if he set upon the scant meal that he would devour it whole. but with a shrug he did as she commanded, placing a broad paw along the broken critter's back and ripping from its spine a lengthy strip of flesh. he gulped quickly, scarce allowing the tangy flavor to touch his tongue for fear it would rouse his appetite.