Neverwinter Forest Baby eat this chicken slow, it's full of all them little bones

"Hmm. Uhuh," So there would be more kids next year. This year's batch still weren't quite old enough for Jackalope to take much attention in them, as he considered them to still be too needy for him to feel welcome in parting with the knowledge that as their uncle, he might owe them his attention, or food, or warmth or whatever it was the little leeches wanted. He liked the idea of having relatives who might one day help care for him, once he was old, spindly and unable to hunt well enough to feed himself- but he'd be damned if he'd cater to schoolchildren in order for that kindness to be repaid. Adults he could handle, children and adolescents he could not. 

"I 'spect one named after me, at some point," He said with a crackling cackle. But as swiftly as he made the comment, he was willing to move on from that conversation altogether. "What game d'you mostly hunt here, in the Winter?" He asked.