Redhawk Caldera amberling

She had never suffered, not really, though she understood pain to some extent. Shenanigans peered down at the dead fish more thoughtfully now, expression gone sober. Death and dying were a bit beyond her too, though she had seen enough slaughtered prey to understand it was the ceasure of movement.

Speaking of which, Teya had indicated that the belly was the best part to eat. Shenanigans quickly recovered from the heaviness of the conversation and tentatively touched her nose to the fish’s pale underside. It was indeed slimy, though at least it wasn’t flopping anymore.

Peeling her lips back from her teeth, she nibbled, her sharp teeth sinking into the surprisingly tender flesh like a hot knife through butter. A bunch of very smelly juices gushed out from inside the fish, which Shenanigans sniffed and then began to lick.