Ravensblood Forest fat rat

but she did not; chani stood with her forelegs akimbo, her eyes tracing the blood she had left in the wake of her teeth. its taste and its sight satisfied her, and resolute panting swelled her flanks.
it reminded chani that bedraggled as she was, dirtied and mucky and filthy as her pelt had grown, held in some cavish hovel — it reminded her that the children she carried belonged to sapphique.
not to him. not even to her, in a way; to the legacy of those who had created her.
chani did not want to give in. but if she did not eat, the bloodline inside her would die, and she with them. 
"why did you bring me here?" she snapped instead. "to waste your food? no. non," she hissed, and inched toward the pirate until their eyes met. "why? did you not get enough before, ou gwo moun fou?"
was that why he had come for her and brought all the other men? why? her stare demanded.