Chimera Fields it's cool

He remained in that prone position, hunched over with his muzzle between forepaws, ears slicked back as his tail lay limp in the sparse field. If he could cry, the young Ferretti would have wept, however it was just simply a thing Remmy found he could not do, distraught as he was. He had never been able to. Instead, his emotions seemed to manifest as nervous ticks and habits.

The boy continued preening his paws until the sound of soft footfalls caught his attention, along with the fresh, tantalising scent of blood. He immediately locked onto the stranger who appeared, a lithe creature with pointed, streamlined features that Remmy had never seen before. He held the man's similarly vibrant eyes that peeked out from a dark face before his gaze quickly found the vole he held between his teeth.

His starved stomach cramped in response and, even as his mouth began to water at the sight, Remmy looked away. He heard the strange man's faint whine, though barely recognised it as concern. Instead, he kept his gaze averted, hoping to just be left alone.