Sleeping Dragon Look what I got

His body had remained pressed up against the rabbit's, trying to make it stop squirming, which he had failed at doing. It'd continued to move whilst he'd looked between it and the other two wolves. An explanation on what they were supposed to do hadn't been given, but his sister seemed to know what had been insinuated anyways. When she'd lunged forward, he'd shifted back, his entire weight no longer having been used to hold the creature down—which didn't matter too much at that point, anyways. Hvitserk watched as the other child clamped her jaws around the thing's neck, eyes having widened as he'd witnessed the eventual discontinuation of its movements. Then, as if to test the waters, he'd lifted himself up and stepped back, gaze never leaving the hare. Never again had it moved, and so slowly had his mind shifted from viewing it as a subject of interest to just another meal.

Hvit knew what came after that, but he'd not been quick to lurch towards the kill. There'd been a moment in which he'd wondered if they should, perhaps, share with their sisters, but it'd turned into an idea that he disagreed with. Their mom and dad would make sure that the others ate, so he didn't need to concern himself with that. The distance between himself and the rabbit was eliminated, the boy having moved close enough to sink his tiny teeth into the furry-thing. While his drive to hunt hadn't yet developed fully, eating was something that he'd been born knowing how to do.