Lion Head Mesa black shuck

The child sniffed where the meat had been. She sniffed towards the woman and trailed awkwardly to her toes, only to fall upon them with nibbles, and little wanting sounds. Nazli stopped this when the woman spoke and pointed her nose up, up, up, only to tip backwards and flail as she rolled off her hip, letting out a tiny yapping whine. There was no semblance of understanding there within her.