Tuktu Hinterlands My Immortal

Feeling less inclined to chat with a brat, Mag had lowered her head towards the mire and stalked forwards a step, ears twitching. As the kid finished their tantrum and flashed teeth a frog hopped free of the mud - and Mag snapped, catching it by a narrow margin by a leg.

It hung from her muzzle as she lifted up again and looked to the girl, quirking a brow at the display. The frog writhed and kicked air with its free leg.

Mebbe cuzza all th' 'tude. Mag answered. She struggled with the desperate amphibian a moment and managed to toss it up too, catching it between her teeth for a satisfying snack.

You have roommates? They must put up with a helluva lot.