Sleeping Dragon i will storm the gods, i will shake the universe

She was the only one who had shown him any kindness, albeit after ordering his leg be broken. Cirrus desperately craved conversation, but instead she merely nudged the rabbit in after him and gave him one order. Cirrus did not wish to alienate her. He watched her gaze outside, apparently uninterested in watching him eat. Cirrus’s weird ears wilted.
 
He reached out to grip the meal by one appendage, and with a furtive glance at Heda he began to wolf it down. It was beautiful, and he ensured it reached every vestige of his mouth before he swallowed it down. It did not take him long to devour the rabbit in full. Once finished he licked his lips, too content and full to be nervous for the time being. He gently rearranged his broken front paw, to ensure he would not catch it, and then lowered himself gingerly to the floor. Despite his best efforts, his paw caught on the earth and twisted his leg; an unbidden whine escaped him but was cut short as he settled himself more carefully. He gazed at Heda, lingering in the entrance, staring the other way. Her previous curt response did not lend him to wanting to attempt another conversation.