Blackfeather Woods Using your shirt as a pillowcase

He had almost finished off the rabbit, when Cyn had appeared. The laying position had transformed to sitting so he could pay more attention to the female. If it was just anyone who had come than he wouldn't have enjoyed it, but for Cyn he could make an exception. She was one of two of his friends and wouldn't send her away. Besides, he couldn't deny he was glad she was around.

 "Heya Cyn," he greeted with a small smile, "You come for the rabbit?" He cocked his head to the side, with a coy grin on his face. "Or did ya' come to see little ol' me?"