Blackwater Islands Exodus

With a grunt, he ducked his head and lumbered forward, his broad shoulders brushing the edges of the entrance as he squeezed in.

When she dragged the rabbit toward herself, Ruin’s eye flicked to it, then back to her. He tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable as she spoke.

“It’s enough,” he rumbled. He shifted closer, his paw reaching out slowly, almost hesitant.

His paw brushed the edge of the carcass, but he didn’t take it just yet.

“You don’t need it?” he asked, glancing up at her with that single, intense green eye.