Before Maria could further stall for time, and hope her civilized side would pull through, she found herself leaping onto the sow's back, claws and teeth bared. She was hungry right now, and what was a warrior without bloodstained armour? Not a very fearsome one, she reckoned!
Straddling the sow's back, the fox leaned down with her arms around its neck, as if hugging it. Instead, she dug her claws into the yielding flesh and tore it away in great bloody chunks, digging deeper and deeper until she wrapped her hands around thick blood tubes and tore them free, silencing the sow's wet squeals. Now it was time to feast!
Rolling off the corpse and landing near its side, Maria grabbed a great slab of meat and pulled, using all the strength hidden on her lithe frame. Blood squirted out, coating her hands and thighs, and she stuffed the hunk of hide into her mouth, gnawing on it. The flavour was delicious, intense. The best damn pig she'd ever had!
Dropping the hide and hugging the ground, Maria stuck her face right into the hole she'd made on the side of the pig and started chomping at the meat, heedless of the blood that coated her head and shoulders. She stuffed every bit of flesh she could into her maw, salivating and growling with satisfaction.
It was some time before she began to show signs of reaching her limit, her slim stomach swelling out roundly, still firm to the touch, but packed with food. Still she ate on, lost to the flavour and her savage nature. Far and away in her mind, her civilized side stopped trying to get her attention and just sat down to wait it out.
Finally, when her belly was swollen as if nine months pregnant, but packed with no-longer living flesh, she withdrew herself from her position practically inside the pig and leaned up against its side, supremely satisfied. She rested a hand on her belly and closed her eyes, quite drowsy.
In a matter of a minute, she was asleep.