Lost Creek Hollow great, i'd like your $8-est bottle of wine please

yeah, it’s a little late mom… you already chased off the sweet girl with your nasty snapping and snarling. it wasn’t like you just had a bunch of kids or anything. god, you don’t need to cramp your boy’s style the minute he flies out of your womb. at least let him get a running start before you crush his hopes and dreams of scoring some bonding time with a foreign pretty lady.
 
though his sense of smell was not entirely perfect, he definitely caught that there was something wack as fuck in their den. the rabbit was unlike anything he’d ever gotten a whiff of. sure, sometimes sionnach could get stinky… but that was because she was a lumpy little girl and she couldn’t even like bathe herself yet. all that was fine and dandy. aengus was quick to get used to the smell of his siblings and parents in their little slice of seclusion.
 
the rabbit, though. that was like a sensory overload from god himself. the boy was quick to scramble over the dead animal with feverish delight. his sharp little claws allowed him to move across the carcass with ease. all the while, aengus drank up the smell of that sweet prey.