"Gross. Don't think I'll want it when you're done, then either. Not sure even the flies will." Dramatic simply for the sake of being so. For a scavenger, she has developed rather refined taste. Blood and viscera she can tolerate just fine, but saliva? Open-mouthed chewing? She could faint just thinking about it.

"Fat fuckers, mm? So they look a bit like you, then?" Lips peel back in a snide grin, as if she is the most clever creature ever to have lived. And oh, she is quite certain she is.

A pause, after. A beat, to see if the bear will give chase. And when she does not, the coyote scrapes up a drawing of her own. The beast she draws is all curves and long, swirling shapes, humps of fat rising tall along the spine. She taps it with a claw when she is finished, ready to impart her own sagely wisdom.

"Bet you've never seen a camel before, huh, lug? I used to hunt these back home. All by myself, too." A lie, bold-faced. She shoots a quick glance to see if the beast has caught it, tail sweeping once across the ground.