Hushed Willows Do you laugh about me whenever I leave, or do I just need more therapy?

It had taken awhile — an embaressingly large amount of time — to catch the rabbit. Really, he should have gave up when it had skittered into its burrow. But for whatever reason he thought it less work to commit to digging it up rather than calling it quits. In hindsight he would've chosen the latter option; now he was completely out of energy for the day. But at least he'd have something to eat.

Well, that was until he came across Reverie. Fresh from batheing he assumed.  Abel's head hung low when he saw her.

Oh, hey. Didn't expect to see you here, he greeted through fur. Then without much thought he followed up with, Were you hungry? I caught this a little earlier. His demanding stomach could not keep up with his slew of words. You can have this, I mean, if you want.