[She glances at the plate skeptically, before leaning in to sniff at it. It smells like fish, she can tell that much. Fish isn't bad though, so she decides to give it a shot. So she takes the cracker and pops it in her mouth ...
... and promptly makes a face because it's very salty, at least to werecoyote taste buds.]
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... and promptly makes a face because it's very salty, at least to werecoyote taste buds.]
Bleh. Salt.