Lost Creek Hollow bowspirit

She took to the playful nature of separating the meal; he was delighted. It wasn't too often Mordecai found himself engaging in such a thing, but it was also a necessary morale booster. For all the darkness that had been cast on their little neck of the woods, he considered this just another ray of light to prove that they would adapt and overcome.

As Ilya's head weaved and bobbed, he pulled the kill between them towards the ground and twisted his own head. Their tug of war on it was just as much for play as it was to try and break the hare in two. He felt his own grip slipping on it but not because his companion was stronger; the patch of fur he had a hold on was beginning to go. He tightened his jaws on the hare, latching onto the bone and its tendons that were relentless in giving up.

It was only a matter of time now.