Swiftcurrent Creek little puppet made of pine.

Let's just say I would have to be pretty hungry to pick this meal again, River snorted, attempting to lick her jaws free of the rancid aftertaste as a red Joker's grin bloomed around her lips. It is like carrion, but worse? Definitely an acquired taste. It was hard to describe, and carrion wasn't downright awful to consume, but there was certainly a long list of fresher meats she would prefer to have before falling back on rotten flesh.

If I didn't know any better, I would think this meat's been sitting in the sun too long. She wanted to make sure it sounded extra unappetizing before adding: Well? Your turn. River gestured with her paw for him to take a bite. Her blood-stained mouth looked earnest, but her silver eyes exposed a glint of devilry as she looked at him -- betraying the impishness looming beneath the surface.