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the boy, of course, wants to be first. Bone, she calls him privately, thinking of his primal nature and patchwork pelt. she'd seen the hunger in him from early on, and gives him an approving nod, shifting her gaze to the other two approaching children. 

Blood is the shifty girl with long tail and fiery mask, and Fire the ruddy one that follows, always waiting, always watching. once they're assembled, she turns her attention to the squirrel.

you kill, Avicus instructs, and grips the animal's tiny throat. it takes little effort to crush the jugular, and just a little more to snap its spine. the struggling and squealing ceases; it goes limp. 

then, she slices as meticulously as she can down the neck, the chest and belly to the groin, laying the squirrel's innards bare for all to see. you eahh', she explains. foodh.

the same meat that passes their lips in slurry. she steps back, letting them examine for themselves.