Redtail Rise Natural Born Killers

His gaze left the rabbit for a moment as Masque approached.

Dead. It was dead.

He still wasn’t accustomed to the concept of dying. Death, sure, he knew the meat he ate came from somewhere. But dying? This was the first time he'd witnessed it. Caused it, even.

It was not sadness, but a subtle anxiety and confusion which he felt—beginning to eat away at him. 

The bloodied, mess of a rabbit would wake back up, wouldn't it?

He stepped back, staring at the carcass as Sky began divvying it up.