Neverwinter Forest I’m not dealing with the real world anymore

Sullivan didn't see Finín as a threat—there was more than plenty to go around. "Fin!" he greeted with a squeak, as he leaned over and nudged his brother's cheek. 

When Mal toppled onto his side and released the hare, Sullivan hesitated for a moment as he watched his father with concern. Had Nuala hurt him? "Papa?" he asked slowly, seeking confirmation as Mal rolled forward to kill Nuala. Nothing seemed wrong—this became all the more apparent as their father continued to speak—and Sullivan's concern was acknowledged. He was now able to eat, now that he was assured that Mal was alright. 

With nothing holding him back, Sullivan turned to face the meal with gusto. Crouching at Finín's side, he gabbed at their prey's belly and began to tug as he attempted to rip-free a mouthful of meat. It was a larger bite than Aibreann would have regularly allowed and would require proper chewing before swallowing—although, Sullivan did not consider this. He was hyper-focused on the end-goal: a full belly.