Hoshor Plains We’re All Here For A Little Fun

Donovan is glad when she agrees. Admittedly would’ve been slightly disappointed is she had denied, but with an open mind, and some hesitation, she seems down with the idea.

Shaking his head lightly from side to side he answers her question with a smirk around the kill. “No, I’m just a little fucked up I guess.” Then he punctuates his sentence by aggressively pulling on the rabbit, hoping to engage a rough rung of war with the female. 

No, it wouldn’t be a waste of meat, usually he just forages the ground for the remaining pieces afterwards. So of course that excuse doesn’t stop him from shaking his head. Scooting back with powerful legs he laughs beneath the kill. Then it happens faster than he expects. The rabbit is easily tearing in half and spewing blood and innards all about the grass. Just like a piñata. Donovan laughs vibrantly and drops his half of the kill and instantly grabs a miscellaneous part of the rabbit and starts chewing. A satisfied hum rolling out from his throat.