Moonspear Shook up the bottle, made a good girl pop

Her name was called. Mira perked up, head lifting with a tiny intensine hanging from her teeth. Inquisitively, she eyed whatever hung from his mouth- a bigger prize than her little mouse, she thought with slight disappointment. She slurped down the organ, licking blood from her chops quietly as he came to her side. 

Where did you get that?

keel. She explained, gaze turning to him. She wished to ask the same thing, to understand how to kill a create so large- but the words could not reform themselves in her mouth. um, She breathed, gesturing muzzle to the weasel at his paws.