With a glint in its eye and a greedy and toothy grin plastered onto its face, the Weavile picked up both of the Marowak’s hefty and meaty feet with neither of the dead Pokémon giving any sort of resistance, water rolling down their soles and dripping off their heels. It pulled both feet closer to it, getting them as close as it could possibly could to both get a really close look at them and get the full whiff of their odor. The two dead Marowak’s body were dragged in turn, their limp and slightly twitching bodies bouncing against the damp stone as their feet were pulled closer towards their killer’s face. The Weavile licked its lips, the sight of the two hefty wet soles in front of it and feeling the weighty heel against its claws arousing it greatly. It was strangely fascinating how similar the two Pokémon’s wet and wrinkled feet were yet still having their own small differences like their scents and the slight textures of their feet. But the Weavile soon started to become bored of simply admiring the feet in front of them, it was about time for the Sharp Claw Pokémon to start enjoying itself.
