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that shit tasted rank.
at first, it was like nothing, but then the dreaded aftertaste. burning her tongue, clogging it with its dirty flavour. she'd rather eat her own shit that that stuff again.

her face contorted to show displeasure, but she couldn't do much else. it woke her up though, so that was something.
oh. her wound. her soft-pink tongue snaked out to lick the blood that had staled on her fur. washing the bad taste away.
Dove approached Sasha, obviously wanting to treat the wound. she stopped licking the blood, letting her do so.
could she go to sleep yet?
her soft eyes turned to Kynareth. asking. almost begging. stay with me.