Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

Her eyes flicked downward as the sounds of eating slowed and ceased altogether. There was still quite a bit of the rabbit left. Wildfire's first instinct was to decline, let the girl enjoy her kill without feeling the need to share. But if she was genuinely finished, there was no reason to let the half-finished carcass go to waste.

"You're finished? Full?" she asked just to make sure.