Redtail Rise everything's not lost

Even for a wolf who had once nearly starved to death, the crickets were not a welcome snack. Something about the brittle legs and crunchy bodies made the top of her tongue feel funny and it was likely because the insects were still moving when she swallowed them. 

She hacked when one of them saw fit to try and escape through her windpipe, and spat the still wriggling bug out on the ground. A moment later she stepped on it, as she lunged for another, having learned by now to chew them a couple times before swallowing them down. 

They weren’t likely nutritious and their taste was somewhat bland, but it impossible to tear her focus away from them once they’d started snapping at them. Every now and again she would grab one and lob it toward Mulherin, before snapping for another.