Brigit
She wolfed down the liver treat and set back to work on the pig, squeezing the little pink porker with her teeth. Oink-oink. Oink-oink. Playing with the rubber prey appealed to Brigit’s inner wolf, and she was having a heck of a time. Must kill pig! She picked the little pig up in her mouth and shook him back and forth. Oink-oink! Oink-oink! Oink-oink!
So fun! Die, piggie, die!
Oi— The pig went silent as one of Brigit’s fangs broke through the rubber. She shook him again, but nothing happened. Looked liked she’d succeeded. Darn. She hadn’t really wanted to kill the thing. She’d only been playing.
She dropped the pig to the platform of her enclosure and put her head down on her paws. Stupid cheap toy.