Sleepy Fox Hollow Down the road

Donnie snapped up the venison eagerly, tail whipping from side to side. He paid no attention to the interaction between father and son while he ate, though it took him only a matter of seconds to devour the food before him. He scanned and sniffed the area for any trace, lapping up bits of foliage that had some trace of blood left upon them. He felt a pain in his gut as it was forced to expand so suddenly and reached around to nibble at his side as though to relieve the pressure. His teeth clicked together as he preened his fur, flinching at the touch of fangs to his sensitive, arching ribs. 

Nevertheless, he felt grateful for the meal, and while Mahler spoke, Donnie wriggled and pressed his flank against the man's shoulder, tilting his head back so he could look straight up at the man with a wide grin while he licked his lips. Noticing the communication, he looked toward Anselm, and uttered a soft rooo as his contribution to the conversation.