Haunted Wood Don’t try and fix me

As they eat, practically nose to nose, he finds himself unabashedly studying her pretty face. Soft chocolate hues that he’s sure can turn red with malice as quick as a snap of your fingers. Though it doesn’t last long and as she pulls her head up, quickly he finds himself longing to look at something besides the dead rabbit that he’s eating from at the moment. 

Eventually he follows her lead and lifts his own head and listens to her speak. He chuckles about the pups sneaking off, which he too has also seen, and hums thoughtfully at her next statement.

“When does he officially take it? And is there some type of event confirming it?”