Lion Head Mesa I sip on you to wash down the shame

sabah returned with three hares, then departed. the man grabbed for one and soon the floor was streaked with red, splattered with entrails, as if he were a haruspex discerning a choice within his dinner. it turned her stomach to see.
though satsu's charity was clear, the man refused it. she could not fault him for that - to have lost someone so beloved such as a wife, he was an angry man, and he had no reason to accept. it was clear he was more of a barbarian than anything.
satsu remained silent, listening to bones crack.