Wild Berry Meadow you swallow me, i'm a pill on your tongue

her gaze fell on the skull. his skull. the quill-like hackles along his back did not cease in their formation. he did not rise from the cold burrow he had made for himself.

he tore his gaze from her to the skull. it was no longer appetizing to him. he may have questionably loose moral standards, but he did have a code -- and that skull was no longer edible as far as he was concerned. however, it might bring him great and wicked satisfaction to see someone else eat it. in some ways, it might be symbolic - symbolic in a twisted way only a sick mind like iliksis' could possibly comprehend.

he carefully lifted a hind leg and suddenly, with the rapacious action of a spring, kicked the skull out from next to him. it clattered wildly as it skid across the snow, and iliksis watched the female for her reaction.