"Eh. Forget berries..." Maria said aloud. "I've got what appears to be a ton of pork right beside me!"
She laid a paw on the enormous pig's side, and began to knead its blubbery belly, not even fearing that the pig would do anything.
While the skin was coarse, the belly itself was soft and pliable; Maria didn't know whether this meant its meat would be tender, or if it meant she'd only find lard underneath a relatively thin, fatty layer of meat. It didn't matter, though; either way, it was food.
She let her paw wander all around the pig's various "meat areas," and found that its back and hams were just as soft.
Her stomach rumbled once more. "Easy, easy... We're about to eat..."
It was time to kill the pig, now; she certainly couldn't eat it live!
Or could she..? A passion kindled in her at that moment; the feral spirit of her hunting ancestors... To tear living flesh from a beast, and devour the raw meat as their prey lie dying.
She tried to subdue it, as best as she could... But only barely kept herself from tearing it limb from limb. It was still inside of her, though.
Her mind was a battlefield: A war between rational thought and feral desire. Her rationale was, of course, trying to reason with this feral spirit.
Why would you eat it live, when you could kill it first? Mealtime will come sooner if we need not fight a struggling beast.
Look at it! It can't do anything! It probably would just lay there as it's torn apart! There'd be no struggle!
...
We could cook it and clean it first... Surely, that would be better?
It's clean enough! And cooking it would take hours! We're hungry NOW, and flesh is flesh, whether cooked or raw! Raw was good enough for our ancestors; it's good enough now!
...
We wouldn't want to get our armor messy, would we? Walking around, stained with pig's blood... That doesn't sound very pleasant.
Why would we care? We're hungry!
Yes, but surely, we could go about this as cleanly as possible?
Arrrrrrrrrrgh! If we're so worried about our armor, let's just take it off! We can't get it bloody if we're not wearing it!
Maria blushed at this "compromise." The thought of stripping naked, even when nobody was around to see her, was embarrassing. Still, it was a nice enough day, Maria noted. It was warm, there was no wind, And she was alone...
But what if her fur got messy?
She perked her ears as she heard running water; there was a brook nearby... She could just clean herself off there when she was done indulging her "wild" side.
There was nothing stopping her from just giving into her feral passion... But she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to.
But she did want to...
But she didn't...
She groaned as her mind was wracked with conflicting drives. Eating shouldn't be this hard!
As the turmoil subsides...
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