Sun Mote Copse Fitter, Happier, More Productive

He tried to keep his eyes off the fox as she ate. In a way, he figured if it stayed out of sight his want would abate, but it remained constant in his periphery. Thankfully, it was not long until the priestess had finished taking what she wanted. The fox was then passed forth. With a smile, he expressed his gratitude before taking the fox in his jaws to tear away the scraps.

The silence of nightfall was broken by the sound of snapping bones. Like twigs, he broke them with haste to get to the rich marrow beneath. 

As he gnawed happily on the remains, the priestess spoke -- addressing him directly. He had never been the wordsy sort. Usually, he only spoke when spoken too. "It's pleasant," he said, slowing himself enough to speak. "Especially when the the heat of the day dies out." This cool breeze, it was surely a blessing from Molech. Sometimes, it was easy to find happieness in the little things.