Ankyra Sound Get hitched and make a career out of robbing banks

she watched him warily, noting the hunk of flesh that hung close to him. the ripe scent of salt and blood caused her stomach to flip and a white rime flecked her muzzle -- she licked away her saliva and eyed james ravenously. as soon as he announced in his affected accent who the meat was intended for she fell upon it savagely, dragging it away from him in the manner of a creature that had just endured a seven year famine. she placed a paw possessively over the stomach and tore, mouthing between gulps of bloodied meat: "thaenks----" gulp, rip -- "but i prefer porcupine."