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I <3 Fantastic Mr. Fox

She ate with vigour, and he was both shocked and impressed to see her eat so enthusiastically. He nibbled idly at an itchy spot on his shoulder, and at a patch of short fur on his hip. The flesh had healed well, and the muscles beneath his skin pained him very little. He chose not to interrupt Mira while she ate, as her mouth was often so full of meat it looked like she might choke at any instant; adding a conversation to the mix would make that freak accident all the more likely. 

She didn't know what humans were, which gave a bit of relief. If she didn't know what they were, then perhaps they weren't around this area at all. "Another kind of animal. A pretty rare one, I think," He admitted. "Walks upright, like a bear, but a lot smaller, a lot less fur. I'd guess omnivore by the teeth, and their claws are just....Long toes," He said. "They keep prey in traps. Predators too, when they can catch them. They just look at them, as far as I can tell. I'd say they're not dangerous, but they have sticks that bark, and wherever those things point, they kill." He licked his lips. There was an appeal to having such a power, but he felt certain only the humans could wield it, with their fleshy claws. 

A piece of meat snapped, sending a few drops of blood in his direction. He licked them off his pelt, thoughtlessly. It felt good to have given her something to eat. 

"I can hunt for you," He said, abruptly. "I'm a good killer."