Hoshor Plains mayday, mayday

Something pleasant had looked upon her in that moment, running into not just a familiar face, but a friendly one. He pressed the rabbit towards her and for a moment she felt as if she could cry in relief. Where normally there was a tactful and kind response to turn such a gift away, insisting the soldier would be better off with the meal, she found herself collapsing to the ground over it. She could not turn it away.

“So hungry.” She offered to him when he asked if she was hungry. And then he was backing up, and she didn’t notice, too busy carving the rabbit up, and savoring every morsel that quickly disappeared into her stomach. It wasn’t long before the entire rabbit was gone, and bones simply remained, tongue quickly running across her maw to clear some of the blood.

“What are you doing out here?” She asked curiously. He was not the kind to stray too far from home.