Chimera Fields Wasting Time on Love That Wasn't Real

There was a certain skepticism that they prided themselves on in the company of a stranger, and Wicken was not the type to stray far from it. They were unaware of the intentions that lie before them. The chance that they were positive and genuine was a thought considered, but he would not allow the same uncertainty to push him from his gentlemanly demeanor. 

The meal between them weighed heavily on his mind, but it subsided along with his hunger. In the midst of an awkward situation, they had forgotten their manners. I do not mind company. Here. A lighter colored paw pushed the body of the rabbit towards the feminine stranger. You can have it. I will catch myself another one.

It was a polite offer. An olive branch in the hopes that an acquaintance could be made. The likelihood was slim given the circumstances, but Wicken wished to be a friendly figure. The wolf that had evaded her mere moments prior was seemingly washed away.