The hungry stomach gurgles noisily around its meal, pumping the rich soup of mush and bones through the last of four stomachs, pushing the lot into Cinni's intestines as she rests with a smile, very much aware of the destruction her body had wrought on her Lupine meal. The thick chyme fills her guts with warmth as it is sucked dry of anything useful to the Sheep, nutrients, minerals and fats wrung from the muck with practiced efficiency as Cinni lay back to sleep it off, content for the night.
