Stone Circle Forgiveness: can you imagine?

Soft in his beaten jaws, a rabbit.
Old wounds reopened in the chase of it. Like a telling that he should not- or that only a fool would try. As physical, tearing wounds, they reopened. And somehow, he felt a twist in his stomach; a wound that was not there.

It was into the territory that he traveled. With a long and weary face, those ears perked, and his eyes not so much. Looking anywhere felt difficult. It felt more difficult than it had felt to sink his teeth into a mere rabbit.
A true struggle.

One he'd not experienced before.

That now, when he thought to it, taking from @Tauris had been easier.

So, he sought her in the night, shoulders tight and eyes tired.
She would not take it. She would not want it. She would not eat it.