Swiftcurrent Creek Cars lining the streets, choking the place where kids could make believe

She would never know just how dumb her child was being in the moment; she was too busy shaking her in some wolfish equivalent to the Heimlich maneuver to know that her idiot daughter was trying to force the ear further into her gluttonous gullet. Had she been privy to this, Wylla may well have just let her die. After all, something with so much evident brain damage was only going to be a burden in the future, she reasoned, and she didn't have time for a forever-child. She only had time for this singular one, and when she flew the coop, hallelujah baby, back to party life.

It didn't take long for the ear to fall away, but right on its heels was a wave of unpleasant stink and curdled milk that made Wylla herself retch. Tiercel flopped unceremoniously down into her own sick, and Wylla fought down a wave of repulsion. She lost, of course. Even as her babe's ears wilted down, Wylla's fell back, her jaws open, and a cascade of her own vomit enveloped the entirety of Tiercel.

Fucking fuck fuck fuck, said her brain as she drowned her baby in meaty chunks, now I'm gonna have to put it in my mouth to clean her god damnit.