Blacktail Deer Plateau now that the evening is slowing

as soon as the ok is received, she tears delicately into the meal. the flesh is supple, sweet, a taste she finds herself quickly getting used too. she decides fairly quickly, then, that fish is her favorite food. it is only when ying introduces herself that she remembers they'd never made true introductions. a sheepish smile as she swallows, and then, "I'm clementine. or clem, or cleo," she offers, tongue swiping over her fangs to catch a morsel of fish there. "it's really tasty—thank you, ying," she says with a wag od her tail once more, cold almost forgotten.