Nocturne Summit Kurayami

That isn't much of a game, Kapros remarked cooly, as he tucked in to his entrails.

Slurping up some of it, crunching noisily through other bits with his molars, letting it squeal like rubber on his teeth.

A games gotta have stakes! Decent ones. Something worth winning. You looked hungrier than me an' I wanted some entertainment. His sharp shoulders rose to a hunched shrug.

Ah, speaking of — you got some... Shmutz, over there. Motioning with his nose, then a wave of his paw, at, well, everything. They were both pretty grisly. As soon as the other wolf went investigating themselves Kapros would begin to giggle as he ate.