Nimbus Summit the debts of ukiyo

When he bites into it, he can’t tell the difference. Meat taste like meat to him, he’s never been too picky though. He swears when he takes a glance to the shewolf at his left, he can tell she’s a bit uneasy. He wonders why? He also notices how delicately she picks at her food. Is she not hungry? Maybe she just has manners and he doesn’t. 

So he bravely decides to ask. “Something wrong, darling?” He wonders aloud. Lowering his head to rip another chunk of the deer’s shoulder meat off. “Lookin’ a bit queasy.” He jests softly.