The wolf throws their head to the side and convulses, flakes adhering to their throat, leaving them choking and wheezing and hacking it up along with an ugly spray of gleaming pink.

But they know what they did, oh yes, oh no, oh hell why did they do that--

Frisk staggers steps to the side and shoves their head down again, but not eating this time. They move their paws to their face, and parts are just too long for a normal wolf.



Perfect to hide under. 'Sorry, sorry, yes, sorry sorry sorry!'