Moonsong Glacier To regard the frost and the boughs

He brought her back to where the rabbit lay, a small upset of snow and half-white fur. The rabbit had yet to get its snow-coat and this meant it was easier to prey upon. 

Fallen Sun lifted the small creature from its spot and drew it closer to Winter Song's feet, resting it gently. A final nudge of his nose to hone the point that he now wanted to give it to her. 

The man had eaten earlier, anyway. 

Another questioning glance. Hungry? You can have it.