Bearclaw Valley Drink me

When the woman gave her permission, she dove for the rabbit. Even as desperate as she was for something to eat, she was careful to pull apart the belly first, then began gnawing at the legs. She purposefully left the head with its flopped ears intact for later.
Through the messy sounds of eating the girl heard the question and was surprised by it. Nobody had asked her that before.
I'm Indra. She slurped some wet meat out of the rabbit's belly and felt the warmth seep down her throat with a hard swallow. Rabbit blood marked her cheeks and she didn't have the awareness to clean it off.
The girl stole glances at the woman after that, realizing how quickly she'd gorged herself and feeling spotlit by the performative nature of the situation.