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The bones crunched underneath his jaws, quite easily. Granted, they were hollow, being bird bones, but it made a satisifying noise. He had already gorged himself on the carcass of some bird — he didn't recognize the species. But it had been tasty nonetheless. He licked at his muzzle and in his mouth, the bits of broken bone stuck in between his teeth.