OwO The plot thickens... as much as it can, anyways.

The huge naga was relaxed and eager for a meal. They opened the crate with a single pry of a clawed hand, and their heart seemed to stop. There was no carcass in there... but an obviously fearful and living ram.

The feeder waited, expectantly.

^^' Part two of this sketched story thingie... Much scariness here. Vore to come.