Firefly Glen A new phase of life.

Nico watched with expertly concealed curiousity as the dark furred female nosed over the rabbit before opening it up. His eyes widened a fraction at that, but barely noticably. Instead, he stared with a hint of sadness as she took a bite, paused, then attacked the rabbit, wolfing down the small piece of prey. For some reason, his heart clenched and he swallowed thickly. There was something wrong about how she was so hungry, and so young. He felt something akin to sympathy for her, and wanted to help her, but he didn't know how, nor did he know if she wanted help in first place. So, with a resigned look in his eyes, Nico watched as she finished the rabbit and lifted her pale blue eyes to him.

The corner of his smile quirked upwards into one of his signature smiles when she asked why he was being nice. "Because you looked hungry," he stated simply. "And why not? I've got two rabbits; I can live on just one rabbit for tonight. Plus," he paused, giving her a curious look, "I have a soft spot for young ones." She wasn't exactly a pup, but the soldier could tell that she was, at least, a good year younger than him. A yearling, at the very least. "I'm Spectre," the soldier introducing himself with the nickname Heston had given him. He had grown fond of that name. "What about you?"