Chimera Fields Wasting Time on Love That Wasn't Real

The hard skepticism within their gaze was quickly melted into a soft putty in the face of the strangers generosity. The likelihood of his success would have been much less with a one-manned effort. Wicken removed their large head from atop the foliage and peered at the carcass that had been haphazardly dropped. There was a dilemma to be had here.

The young male weighed his options for a few long moments whilst shielded from the silvery newcomer by the dense flowers. Esme. Dark ears perked at the exchange of her name. The thought process halted, and the carcass of the hare was scooped up in their jaws. Wicken emerged from the flowers with the rabbit in tow.

He was careful to keep his distance from the other as he came to a sitting position a few lengths away. They did not allow their eyes to meet in a familiar ballad of interaction from the young male. Wicken. He was unsure what else to say as the rabbit was released from his jaws once more.