Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

Pangur sat back onto her haunches, let her foreleg hang in the air a bit, looking it over, before she put it back onto the ground and tested it; still good! If not a little stingy... 

Me? I— Pangur flustered, ears pinned back, her tail swished as she stood and backed up. But you lead the hunt! Pangur has only followed! You should take what you prefer first. 

A battle of goodwill, that is what this would be. Though... her mind did drool on the idea of loin, dried into cured pieces... or even just fresh from the back... She lapped up the sweet blood on her lips and on her teeth. Resist the temptation Pangur! Manners were important.