Whitefish River all I need is to be struck

the woman's validation set her tail wagging, and the girl began to quickly dismember and swallow down the prize. it was apparent, now, with her thing fur slicked tight to her skin, just how thing she was - it was her natural state, exaggerated by her minimal food intake, genetics, and the fact that she had yet to grow fully into her frame. "people?" she echoed, confused. "I don't got 'em." she replied with seriousness, considering briefly before running her tongue along her fangs, dislodging a piece of crayfish and swallowing it down.