A few cursory sniffs at the small gray furred bears confirms they are most surly edible, and being a predatory you have to take what you can, nothing to say you can't have a snack or two during the day. You bend over and make a shuffling run after them, vibrations upending them and bouncing them into the air, with a lunching grip you manage to get your forpaws around one of the Kowala bears while your long snout grabs the other one around the shoulders, Like a see-saw your tail levers you back into a sitting posture, holding one moresel in your jaws and the other in your paws, with a thought of enjoying a sweet snack you take one paw and open your pouch a bit, leaning back on your tail slightly and droping the paw held morsel in were it wedges snuggly after a bounce off your tummy. Freeing both your paws after a cursory rub with the pouch holding one to press the pouch and rub it from the outside. now to buisness with the little wiggling thing in your jaws...
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