Neverwinter Forest red-shirting

She stared at him, one of her eyebrows lifted and a smirk tilting one side of her mouth. And then he continued to ramble. About rabbit ass. He was a strange one for sure, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing; it was kind of cute, actually. The thought made her instantly nervous. She had never thought of someone in those terms before, and she had no idea what to do about it. Best to just ignore it for now, which thankfully wouldn't be too difficult since he had grabbed his end of the rabbit and was waiting for her to grab hers. She lowered her head and clasped her jaws around the head and shoulders and with a quick look just to make sure he was ready, she pulled back. It didn't take much time before their meal was split in two, Simmik falling back onto her haunches from the force once her end was free. 

She slid to the ground and held her side between her paws and immediately took a bite. She chewed, swallowed, and then repeated a few times before deciding she should maybe say something. But what should she say? Anything she came up with sounded awkward and forced, so she eventually settled on nothing. She just continued to eat with the hope that he might have something less awkward to say.