What do you mean, no meat? [Open]

[theregularguy]

Sokka poked distastefully at the mush in the edible plate that sat in front of him. This sucked. A lot. He'd been willing to deal with it for a few days but now this was just ridiculous. There was literally nothing to eat here besides the mush. And Sokka of the Water Tribe did not eat mush. He ate meat. Lots of it. This diet just would not do. He

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[theregularguy]

"I know about the sensoriums." He sighs, leaning on one hand as he looks over the new arrival. She seems kind of familiar, like he should know who she is. Wasn't she with all the other people who were in charge when he showed up?

"But it's no good. I'd rather have no meat then have the fake stuff. It's just...not quite right to me, you know?"

[theregularguy]

"...What are hot dogs?" Sokka blinks, looking at Cybil questioningly.

[withteethbared]

Bella's lying on the floor under the end of the table a bit further from Sokka, a leg poking out here and tail poking out there. There are scraping, crunching noises coming from where she's chewing on her emptied tray.

She recognizes the "sucks" word. Her old homid packmates had been fond of it.

"It does," she agrees heartily from her place below the table.

[theregularguy]

Sokka blinks and glances under the table before giving a startled yelp and leaping back from the table, flailing his arms.

"Y-you're a talking wolf-wolf...wolf...um...wait...you're not a wolfbear. Or a wolfhawk. Or even a wolftiger. What the heck are you?"

[withteethbared]

Bella seems a little perplexed by his confusion.

"I am wolf," she answers simply. "Though "Garou" is more right," she adds after a second. "You have wolves where you hail from?"