Moonspear but i took careful aim, and i made no sound

Yami's nose scrunched up at Arcturus's declaration. "Is it really?" she questioned as she leaned in closer and sniffed eagerly up and down the length of it. It did smell a lot like a bone - like long-faded blood and rotted away meat, earthy, organic. Her stomach rumbled softly as the idea of food invaded her mind, but she ignored it for a different thought. A better thought. One that lit her face up with eager, devilish excitement.

"Oh my gosh, Arc, you know what we should do?" Yami murmured, her tail beginning to flail about in spite of how it made her wound ache, "You should, like, stick it in my fur on my neck or something and I can like go to Yam and Vevie all freaking out like I fell down and I broke my spine and now my bones are all sticking out and we can totally scare 'em and it'll be so funny!!"

In which Yami is evil and Stevie makes up nicknames.