Claws and Talons

The bird said that its name was not Shaun, and Roadkill's head drooped in disappointment when, upon closer inspection, she realised that the bird was right. It wasn't Shaun. Just some bird. " 'Pologies," the beagle said, for while she had been trained to fight, she was still a Brit. "Mind if Oi share with you, mate?" Without waiting for a reply, Roadkill dug her face into the fatty carcass. She'd grown used to eating the food of the sea as of late, since she had spent some time at the shoreline. Roadkill was glad to have found some food today, for she was fast becoming more and more emaciated and hungry.