Chimera Fields Wasting Time on Love That Wasn't Real

The tension seemed to have melted from between the pair of wolves. Esme's brows lifted when the other passed the lagomorph carcass her way and she began shaking her head, startled yet touched by this sudden kindness. 

"No... you do not have to do that, Wicken," she replied softly. "This is your kill." The last thing she wanted was for him to think she had helped him with the desire to be reciprocated. She was hungry, and the thought had crossed her mind that by helping them, she may earn herself a snack. But she had changed her mind. 

He still might insist. She hoped he wouldn't - then, this could be her good deed for the day.