Dragoncrest Cliffs Are we a thing?

The fart was expected (if not funny), but the smell nearly bowled Tirgatao over. It singed her nose-hairs, and forced her to shove the sensitive insturment into the crook of her ankle until it passed. Wildfire, too, seemed rather disgusted by the scent and looked rather sick from it. She hoped the she-wolf wouldn't spew all over the fresh kill, because she didn't quite trust her own stomach after that assault. Thankfully, Wildfire didn't appear keen on talking about it, so Tirgatao simply let it slide and lay there with the same crooked smile on her lips.

She usually employed a decent sense of decorum but, for some reason, she didn't feel the need here. Wildfire was bloated, gaseous, and starving and Tirgatao was simply enjoying the company (and the slightly selfish glee she felt at gifting the grouse to the Bandrona). Wildfire's comment caused her to snort, "Truth." she remarked factually and rolled unceremoniously onto her side, paws outstretched, and head resting on the slightly damp ground.

Soon enough, there was nothing left but feather, bone, and other unsavory bits. She cupped her untrapped ear towards Wildfire, "Better now?"