Beast Whisperer Awakened: My Mate Wants Me Dead
The lyrics were in Wolfish, and I could barely make out the words as they emanated from her throat.
"Oh, the missus' skin is soft and tender. To bake, or not to bake? To steam, or not to steam?
"Oh, the missus' leg is fleshy and supple. To brine, or not to brine? To cure, or not to cure?
"Oh, the missus' fingers are light and crunchy. To pickle, or not to pickle? To deep fry, or not to deep fry?"
I quickly covered my mouth with my hands, barely able to suppress a scream. I felt my stomach churning in fear and discomfort.
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