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Mordur stopped chasing the rabbit after it was close anough to Sasha. She leaped from the shadows and wrapped her paws around it with a swift deathly bite. He grinned largely as it died. He didn't particularly like the rabbit dying, but the thought of fresh blood in his mouth filled him with happiness, his senses already heightened and preparing themselves to eat. He almost stepped forwards to take the prey, but when Sasha started to eat, he remembered that he would only eat the scraps of her meal. That made him so mad, at Sasha but also everything else. Mostly everything else, Sasha was good.

The fluffy viking woman passed her servant the remaining meal, and he dug in wildly. He ripped into it until there was nothing left, licking clean even the bones. He looked back up at her, big hazel green eyes wide as he dipped his head. þakka þér He said, graciously though really he could've settle to have the whole darn rabbit. What he would give to be freed, to travel and eat of his own accord. He would have to wait for that day, if it would ever come.