Dawnlark Plains Sabat

They hissed through their teeth, their warm tongue pressing to the wound as their eyes followed the rabbit’s movements. Etienne quickly put a stop to them, leaving the carcass on the ground as he turned his concerned attention to Masquerade.

I’m fine, they said on a sigh, inspecting the painful but shallow bite wound. Pressing to their full height, they asked, Did you want to go for a second one, so there’s one for each of us? Or maybe we could just split this one.

They were keen to leave some food for Carrion and Sky, in particular, although the former probably wouldn’t have much interest in the fresh kill. Half a rabbit would make a decent meal for their stubborn younger brother.