Lost Creek Hollow Food for me and my baby

she was generous. merrick carefully took the leg from her, hefting it in his jaws until he found its weight, and his tail lashed at his hips. presently, he tipped the hoof-end upward and began to explore the cloven foot, licking here and there and letting his teeth test the curvatures. it was a new thing, and it belonged to nunataq; merrick was happy to give it back whenever his sister wanted, but for now he began a full-blown exploration of the leg, his fangs scratching most satisfyingly over its surface.