( Raw is fine. Strong stench, good, cutting. She catches the scent of it from where she swirls in the barrel's depths and crawls closer to the edge, claws hooked on the rim.
If she propels herself over, she'll topple the container — she knows, and so she does not. But her tail waves left-right, and the lightless beads of her eyes chase the shape of the waiting fish with unambiguous interest.
A webbed hand slowly creeps out, swatting at the fish. Closer. )
Yes? Yes. Yesss... yes! Yes... feed. ( Now, an hour ago, when the day was born. Always, she wants feeding. )
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If she propels herself over, she'll topple the container — she knows, and so she does not. But her tail waves left-right, and the lightless beads of her eyes chase the shape of the waiting fish with unambiguous interest.
A webbed hand slowly creeps out, swatting at the fish. Closer. )
Yes? Yes. Yesss... yes! Yes... feed. ( Now, an hour ago, when the day was born. Always, she wants feeding. )