Neverwinter Forest Where there is a flame

The unfamilar male made a strange sort of choking noise in response to her offer, which earned a quirked brow from Turq. "Chill, dude, it was a joke anyway. No way I'd ever slave it up for a dude," she said with a touch of sass, though she smiled at him. "Good," she added with playful smugness at his reassurance, then boldly struck out a paw, dragged the remains toward herself and helped herself to them.

He stepped back and fell onto his haunches. Appreciating her space, Turquoise looked at him every so often as she made quick work of the rabbit. When she finished, she also took a few steps back and reclined. She stared at him rather openly now as she licked her lips. She realized with a bit of a start that he vaguely resembled Rivet. It's just 'cause he's black, you friggin' racist, she quipped inwardly, smirking at her own inner monologue.

"So what's your name? I'm Turq," she said after a few beats of silence. "Thanks for the grub," she added, tipping her head fractionally as a sign of gratitude.