Coconut Grove a shadow in the corner, just playing along

the thing felt raw on her tongue, with fibrous thick ropes and a coarse feel to it. try as she could, her jaws could not break it -- with an oof she dropped the thing, eyeing it in frustration. she could smell something in it -- it had to be fruit -- but its rind was far too powerful for her to crush. with a nudge of her narrow muzzle she sent it rolling towards kjalarr. the pale viking boy (a man now, perhaps) had stronger jaws than her -- it was possible he may be able to pry it open.

"dunno," she answered in defeat, though suspicion remained on her gaze. "some kind of nut or fruit, maybe."