kool-aid ain't the only thing that's red

"Go on."

Pura didn't need to be told twice. He attacked the sinewy bundle with the finesse of a lawnmower, making no distinction between flesh and fur. He did, however, manage to avoid the bowel, having learned the hard way that mouthfuls of putrid faeces did not a pleasant dinner make.

Mid-feast, he glanced up to see if Amelie was still observing. She was. Pura became suddenly conscious weight of sticky, chewed-up liver around this muzzle, and swiped his tongue to remove them before raising his head to stare at his provider. "Thhhh...-tha..thaaaanking you, Am-eee-leee," he drawled slowly, concentration drawing his browns together into a hard frown. "Poo..Pura h-h-h-huuu.. I al-s-s-so?" By way of explanation, the freckled pup slapped his paws over his dinner as if pouncing on a live creature, grasping its head between his sharp little teeth.