"Wouldn't you rather have berries?!" she asks right before feeling the herm Ninetail's muzzle close over her, coating her face in drool, hir breath filling her lungs, not a pleasant scent. She feels the Ninetails give her a little nip. "Oww, what was that for!?" She says, her voice muffled by Ninetails flesh, struggling even more, trying to get some leverage to get free of the salivating maw of the Ninetails.