Honeyed Pasture Take every chance you dare

Mason had found the crack before Hush did, depriving the loner of the honor of first bite, but he didn't mind, taking in a larger chunk of the strange creature without hesitation or a second thought. While Hush did give off the appearance of a malnourished loner (which he was not) he was merely hungry, as hungry as Mason most likely was. He didn't begin evaluating the flavor until his second bite of the meat: it was fishy, but with a sponginess he was not accustomed to. The salt levels were high, like he had thought it would. He wondered if all saltwater creatures had that briny taste to them as he tore off the other pincer, the one hanging by a thread, and chewed.