Ravensblood Forest Late At Night

His smirk is ever present as the male beneath him snaps viciously up towards his face. The audible click of his teeth gnashing together sends chills down Donovan’s spine and a friendly growl to slip past his lips. The next thing Donovan feels like releasing is his dinner. When the strong legs of the young warrior meet his abdomen he instantly regrets gorging himself on an entire rabbit (and a half of another one). Nearly digested apparently isn’t enough and a huff of breath chokes up from his lungs and his gag reflex kicks in. Immediately retreating off of Derg, he walks a few paces away and completely empties his stomach into the forest floor. The hair along his spine raises and he’s haunched over making the most incredulous gaging sounds.

After throwing up a few good times he continues hanging his head low, muzzle snarling up at the smell of his own vomit. Drool drips from his open mouth and tongue. The fur of his chin is also assaulted by saliva as it falls down and off of his chin in stringy globs as well. He gives a breathy chuckle and tilts his head in Dergs direction. “Shouldn’t have eaten that much. My bad, peaches.” Though the smile he holds is still lively one can see the queasiness in his expressions.