Ocean's Breath Plateau Sea Savior

Witchhazel lied there, compressed into herself and sobbing for longer than she could comprehend -- the only reason to stop was the approach of another. Immediatley, her pelt flared in fear, ears flattening to the back of her head, and the little flower gave a weak, pathetic growl of warning. 

The brute's voice was gentle, but as he got closer and her eyesight could better focus on him, her blue eyes flicked to the rabbit. Tongue swiping around her lips, the little girl whimpered -- she flinched back when he reached closer, but then the meat hit the earth and her ears fanned forward. With one last wary look to the man, she snaked her head out, nearly brushing the ground, and gingerly took the meat. After skittering away a pace or two, she chewed swiftly at the meat. It felt good to again feel her stomach filling again, and this time when her gaze met Cas', it was much softer, thankful.