Bramblepoint The hunger revealing

His teeth grazed her neck but this time she held still; she would not be haunted by it. What was there to be haunted by? Envy had seen the death, exquisite as it was well— desperate and sad.

She focused instead on the taste of the rabbit as she finished it, not a drop of feminine elegance spared to the task, she ate with a quickness, eager to move somewhere with more cover. The food did a little to revitalize her, bettering her mood in what seemed like an almost manual flip of a switch.

She rose with a bounce to her step, and trotted a circle around him, prompting him up with a bump of her muzzle against his shoulder. Well let's go then— up y'get.