Noctisardor Bypass wanna play cheat, now says the sloth.

the girl's solemn gaze widened to one of wonder as she watched sven work. his teeth incised expertly along the hare's abdomen; while the end result was gristly, there was no doubt the craftsmanship was there waiting untapped.

ava dug into the hare with a desperation bordering on rude. when she finished, she wiped her chin with the back of her wrist, smiling sheepishly to the boy that had fed her and now, offered a peltskin as a cape.

she took the thin pelt and ran her paws quizzically over the soft fur. it was downy, with residual traces of warmth to it. but what could she give him in return?