Haunted Wood it's a long way down

The feeling of his heart racing, the taste of blood, the sight of her returning his grin. It actually seemed to Valour that they were happy with one another in that moment. His tail wagged slowly and he dropped his gaze, keeping it to himself in fear that saying anything nice would ruin it. He blinked as she dropped the bird at his feet, taking it as a gesture of kindness that even futhered the odd sort of warmth that allowing himself not to dislike her for the moment gave him. 

Valour looked up and watched as she moved to her own and tore into it voraciously. His stomach rumbled in response and he dropped his head, ripping into the breast of the bird and devouring the meat. He growled softly as it sank in that he had caught this bird, he had earned his own right to eat this time. The thought fueled him to take bigger bites, tail wagging quickly as he made quick work of what he could fit into his stomach.