Firestone Hot Springs Paper Faces on Parade

The implication that weasels were not proper and respectably sentient creatures did not escape Nynka, but she let it pass her by, figuring that she had other, much more important and interesting considerations here. Besides, she liked this strange old fluffball of a wolf, even if she was (like all the rest of her species) obviously quite wrongheaded about many things. At least this one managed to be both entertaining and wrong right now.

What Nynka herself said was: Ah, and you have tried many such delicacies roasted by these geysers, have you? She shot another look at Apple's rotund middle. Is there anything available on the menu you would recommend? To hell with manners and respect, when there might be a feast somewhere at hand...! But where would this wolf have hidden such a smorgasboard (besides inside her belly, that is)? Could she really have gotten herself fattened up so just from a geyser-boiled diet? Nynka had a sneaking suspicion still there must be some other valuable secret this canid was concealing.