Bramblepoint The hunger revealing

he’s crouched low near a half-frozen creek, a hare snared in his jaws. the kill came quick enough. still, envy’s call rings in his ears, and he rises, shaking out his coat as he slings the carcass to.

always in a hurry, he mutters beneath his breath. he's off with the flick of his tail; he picks up speed, heading back toward the tree line where he left her.

and he finds her sprawled beneath a tall, leafless sentinel, the ground around her dusted in a thin layer of snow. the sight of her paw, stained crimson against the white, makes his brow tighten briefly. he doesn’t comment, not yet. instead, he drops the hare at her feet, letting its limp body thud against the frozen ground.

look at you, he chuffs with a smirk toying upon a roguishly handsome face. there’s something like concern in the set of his jaw as he notes her ragged breathing, the subtle tremor in her limbs. still, he manages a faint scoff. c'mon. he huffs out, reaching a nose down to ruffle through her light fur.