Sleeping Dragon Summoning the Kraken

Foolishly confident, Niamh let the sunshine warm her haunches as she fed out in the open. She ate quickly, tugging and pulling roughly at sinews and swallowing them down as soon as they were loosened- so if someone did decide to intimidate her out of her meal, at least it’d already be half gone. She’d have to take it easy later to allow her body the time to digest the food she was scarfing down, but she didn’t care. It was warm, fresh and good- and it was hers.

Her meal was interrupted by a dark female wolf, who didn’t seem to see her until a few moments later- but by then Niamh had written her off as being harmless. She continued eating until she was noticed, and an almost apologetic chuff was given. With her mouth full, Niamh shook her head deftly, then tilted it back to swallow a large mouthful of meat so she could talk. 

What came out first was a gurgled mess, so she cleared her throat, and swallowed again. ”Sorry,” She croaked, laughing slightly. ”Hoof in throat or something. ‘Chew first!’ My mother always said. Din’ work, obviously.” She shrugged, and tilted her head in a greeting. ”Niamh.” She said, before cracking back into the scant remnants of her meal.