WITHOUT ME | GATOR FEEDINGS

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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"I've never had fish before," Feza mused, having fallen silent to watch the alligators. She had moved back as requested, her wings flapping to aid the motion and do such all the faster. She couldn't fish, she'd never learned. It wasn't necessary to have learned where she had come from, and here? Didn't bother, the water wasn't for fishing in if Feza were to be honest. Nor was it for swimming- the sight of all of the alligators reaffirmed that mentality in the snow leopard's mind. It was equally astounding of the sight of the alligators being forced away. The movement of earth was foreign to the snow leopard, and her ears raised in surprise. "Oh, that was cool," she said softly.

Was there any harm in just trying one of the fish? Feza didn't suppose she would have another chance to do so. Her wings curled closer to her sides, and a shrug was administered in a sort of confirming manner towards herself. "I, I could try one, 'cause I've never had it before. Just a little, wouldn't- I wouldn't want to take any away from what you're bringing home." The snow leopard slowly moved to pull one of the fish closer, pawing at it for a few moments. How was she supposed to eat this? Her face scrunched up in a confused countenance. Her claws moved forward to simply claw off a part of the flesh; not wanting to waste the entire thing if it turned out that she didn't like the taste. She licked the scraps from her claws. Slimy, strange, causing her to shudder. It was not a taste that she liked, Feza swiftly discovered. She kept herself from recoiling and spitting, instead forcing herself to gulp down the scraped off portion of the fish. The snow leopard felt squeamish, squinting her blue eyes shut.

"Eah..yea, I think I'll just.. settle with that little bit of a taste. It's- It's a good fish, though!" A good fish to the standards of one that had never eaten such a meal before. It would be rude of her to not say the fish was good, even if she didn't like it. It was a taste that she merely didn't have, and one that she didn't think she would be trying to develop in the future. "Thanks for the fish and, uh, feeding the alligators for everyone." The snow leopard said. She'd have to wash the taste of fish from her mouth sometime soon, twisting and swiftly bounding away.

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