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For a creature of some beauty, Eris wasted no effort on grace. Her figure splashed rather pointlessly through the shallows, scaring off whichever fish remained at the spot. Sirius did not bother to snap at her, for no logical reason sprung to mind other than the fact that he had an immense dislike for her shaking her wet fur all over him. Having been brought up as some sort of nobility, she seemed to suffer from a severe lack of manners - Or else she was simple out to grate against him at every viable opportunity.
Revenge was sweet. She had taken a rather hearty bite of the flesh, probably assuming it to taste as it had been prepared for her so long ago, instead finding herself with a mouthful of still-pulsing slime. The crocodile smile threatened to return but he held it back, fearing a faceful of chewed up fish otherwise.
She made a small gagging, hurling noise, and his upper lip lifted in revulsion to show wolfish teeth. Eris was many things, but he had never before considered her a princess - Her unwillingness to do things had usually stemmed from an inability rather than a pettiness. The salmon, although not entirely appealing, was edible. He had eaten much worse. Her stomach made some suspicious gurgling sounds, and as annoyed as he was by this prissy behaviour the thought of Eris spewing all over his nice brown fur was really rather distasteful, and he'd much prefer she spew on her own feet. "You done acting like a sissy?" Because she was still looking uncertainly queasy, he shook the fish he held in one hand at her, bossily, "I swear on my life, if you spew that up, I will make you eat the whole thing."
Hoping that the thread alone would force her to show more control over her own body, Sirius pointedly took another bite from the raw fish, chewed it slowly, and fought back a grimace as the slimy flesh slide once more down his throat. "When you know real hunger, Eris, a little raw fish will taste better than all the banquets in Eterne," He promised her darkly, apple eyes flashing a warning.
After a final brooding look, he turned on heel and strode back to the water's edge, settling to a comfortable crouch beside the cool babbling liquid. Putting the fish down for a moment, he cupped his hands full of the cold water and took a few mouthfuls, cleansing the slick feeling from his mouth before removing the dirt from the fish. One hand waved Eris over so that she might do the same, and so that he could show her how to descale the thing.
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