Dragoncrest Cliffs he could hardly speak.

at first he was met with annoyance, but soon enough, his hard work is rewarded. she spews the contents of her stomach at him; chewed and yet undigested, the perfect consistency and temperature. she looks at him with ire. he meets her with a triumphant lift of his chin and the soft, shrieky cackle of a child.
he bends down to gulp it down in haphazard bites, smacking his lips with shit-eating emphasis. tanks for de treatie, he mumbles, mouth smudged with crimson juices. i winned yer game.