Hoshor Plains We’re All Here For A Little Fun

Donovan watches the woman work. Her skilled, athletic build making it easy to reaver the plains so quickly and majestically. Not skipping a beat as she too is zig zagging back and forth, mirroring the hares movements. The poor thing is probably going to have a heart attack it’s little hear is beating so fast. He can tell it’s literally running for its life. Paws skittering about the tall grass moving as fast as humanly possible. It isn’t able to escape in the end despite its effort and her teeth snatch it up. A shrill scream erupting from its little mouth.

Next thing Donovan knows is that she’s bringing the hare back to him and offers for the male to finish it off. He smirks, he almost wants to play tug of war with it. Watch it’s guts and blood spew about the grass and all. He’s unsure how she’ll take his suggestion. Or well, he’ll shoot his shot.

Coming closer he meets her eyes, lowering his head to slowly grab the shoulders of the hare gently. Before biting down on it, he raises his brows inquisitively. “How about some tug of war, dear.” He suggests, a playful hopefulness in his golden orbs.