Neverwinter Forest harold...

 witchbaby loves to win but this is not her game - getting the child to talk is (or, well, respond, maybe she ain't talkin for other reasons and all), and the starlet is doing wonderfully on that front as far as she's concerned. bones clack between her teeth, her playful shrieks muffled into giggles, and when she meets the dusky girl's snap the carcass gives between them with a groan. the ruby angel cackles, snapping down around her spoils, one rendered leg, the rest left with the smaller girl. "reckon that makes you the winner," she says, but around the tender bone it comes out r'ck'n't m'ksy'ner, and she grins and dances with her prize.