Wapun Meadow Sweet Melody

Silently, she ate, and Frederick noticed how she seemed to eat around the pelt, perserving it. Frederick did the same, gently slicing through the layer that connected the flesh to the fur and pushing it back before sinking his fangs into the meat. A satisfactory kill. One that he might find himself visiting later on, should a predator not get to it first.

He ate for a little while before licking his lips, sitting back, and watching the woman for a few more moments, observing. Slowly, he broke the silence. What's your favourite meal? His tone an idol hum, asides from the slight joke that came next: Hopefully deer. He stood, trotting around the deer so that he could sit on the other side of her, face-to-face. The polite thing to do, he thought.