Sunset Valley i make the money, not wash the clothes.

his yellowed teeth flashed once, twice. the rabbit screamed, a piercing shriek which was sure to carry toward all ears.
as if on cue, a flock of pheasants lifted from the trees and flew away from the pair. 
colt's jaws were bloody. he flung the limp warm body to indra and watched her with his crimson eyes. "eat." her first, always. one might think he was gentlemanly. colt only didn't care for dead weight, which he would cut loose in a moment.