Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Cole raised a brow at her words, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly in amusement. The hum of her tone had his ears flecking, but he'd remain tall. 

Only if that's what you'd wish, he'd grumble, watching her. As she settled onto her haunches, he couldn’t help but notice the grace in her movements, even with the carcass still in her grasp.

With a tepid step forward, he'd grab the remaining rabbit and tear it apart with ease. For a large man, the poor hare didn't stand a chance. With a few guzzling gulps, it was gone. Bones crunched with his molars, he left one remaining, using it as a means to pick out the excess cartilage from his teeth. 

Y'got a name, stranger?