Blackfoot Forest dance at bougival

She is bashful but he remains ignorant; as soon as supple flesh meets his teeth it takes all of the boys focus not to tear the gift asunder. As desirous as Renoir is to fully tuck in, to pull apart the skin like gift wrapping and pop morsels in his mouth as one would a box of fine chocolate, he resists. And it is good he does - for they are soon met with another. This woman earns his attention as soon as she arrives, carrying herself assuredly towards them. The pale woman asks him a question, and though his ear is welcoming of her voice, his mind is drifting. When the new arrival speaks however, he is quick to heed her.

Renoir, he licks the rabbit blood from his lips as he names himself, but then appears to shirk away from the woman's gaze, realizing he had spoken out of turn.