Something heavy and sharp prods at the meat, long sharp pincers ripping into it.
A back leg crushes the corner of the leg, its owner paying no attention. All two hundred of the eyes studded over the brilliant red body are focused on the hanging meat.
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Something heavy and sharp prods at the meat, long sharp pincers ripping into it.
A back leg crushes the corner of the leg, its owner paying no attention. All two hundred of the eyes studded over the brilliant red body are focused on the hanging meat.
The sun is barely beginning to peek over the ice.