Sun Mote Copse I will sing sing sing to the masses

The boy smiled, a sign that she'd made the right move. Tail wags slowly from side to side in response. And then- the boy growls, and seems to invite her to... pull the thing back and forth. It was a bit gruesome wasn't it? Sure, she could make a kill, but when it came to tugging a corpse back and forth, she wasn't sure if she could do it. Chanel wanted to present herself as ladylike, right? That's what would've made her parents happy. No horseplaying. 

But then she thinks back to the time she spent with Sugar. Cracking open the head of a dead squirrel, seeing its brain matter fly out. It had been nasty, but some sliver of her had enjoyed it. Had fun, even. And with that thought, she leans swanlike neck down to the creature, pearly jaws wrapping around its neck to tug playfully with all her might.