Stavanger Bay this is heavy

It took Doe several long seconds of rapid breaths and stifled hiccoughs to get her body back under order. When she could finally heave a deep sigh and look Murgash in the eye, her stomach still rumbled, her teats still ached, a her throat still felt painfully tight. Still, she didn't burst into tears again when she spoke, even if her words were a little wobbly.

"Red s-snap-pper," she mumbled, thoroughly embarrassed by her unruly reactions but equally unwilling to pass up the opportunity to eat.

True, she could've picked something less savory from the caches and saited her hunger just as well - Though many things now turned her stomach, few could truly cause her to vomit. Alas, Doe was a haughty creature, and if the option availed itself, would always choose the better one. And right now, red snapper sounded like the best thing she'd ever heard of - why would anyone eat anything other than red snapper? How could she have stomached anything other than red snapper since first trying it? How had she survived her youth in the desert without red snapper to gorge herself on?

"Please," she added, crawling forward a bit on her belly and blinking sweetly at the bigger wolf. Suddenly, she felt as though she might do just about anything for just a tiny bite of red snapper.