the gods envy us

She stripped flesh from bones and gnawed at gristle, content to eat in peace. This was disrupted, however, at the voice of her sable-furred companion. Paar rotated a tall red ear in his direction and swallowed the mouthful she'd been working on, before flicking her tongue over her jowls. "You did," she said pleasantly, a smile blossoming on her lovely features. "I'm Paarthurnax, but you can call me Paar. Everyone else does."

The crimson beauty dipped her crown again then, to tug at the duck's wing and crunch through the fine bones there. Paarthurnax stripped more feathers from it and licked a trickle of blood from the pale skin, her ivory paws tainted by vivid scarlet.