Dragoncrest Cliffs Are we a thing?

Like a fighter jet precedes its sound wave, so too did the sound of Wildfire's fart herald a cloud of stench so dank that the Bandrona immediately threw up into her mouth. She went a little bug-eyed, holding the chunky soup in her bulging cheeks, then swallowed. It tasted exactly like it had when she'd first swallowed it all of twenty seconds ago. She paused, then shrugged. As the gas cloud dissipated, she continued feeding, avoiding making eye contact with Tirgatao out of embarrassment over her own behavior (the gas and the noisy chowing).

Only when the Shouna spoke to her did Wildfire pause, lick her lips and glance up at her. "What Heda doesn't know won't hurt her," she deadpanned before smirking faintly and resuming her impromptu feast. She polished off the grouse within another two minutes, then settled back with a meaty belch. Well, she had quite effectively demolished the illusion of delicate femininity today.