Broken Antler Fen Beaver Brunch

ur talking with the resident hiatus-taking menace <3

the chunk - a hindleg's meat - sailed trough the air, landing softly in the grass, before her paws. 

eyes on the hunter, medalina lowered her head, and took a pair of measured sniffs.

безбедно.

her head rose again. she looked at the chunk, brows furrowed, one raised, head tilted.

with a motion similar to the way one might use a gardening spade, she grabbed, chewed and swallowed the meat in one fine, fluid motion.

сасвим безбедно.

her tongue flicked out to wipe away smudge of red.

"ve, eks-cheynj nau. yes?" the braided head tilted to the other side.