Blackfeather Woods Nocturne

Time seemed to stand still in their exchange, and though Atshen grew all the more curious, he also felt himself growing tiresome of their exchange. His eyes sought the area around her, and his sight soon fell to the rabbit at her side. Licking his lips, Atshen stood and trotted forward with his eyes on a new prize: the morsel. Though he hadn't realized, he had been hungry for quite some time. Only the sight of the rabbit had stirred his hunger. 

Ignoring the girl once he stood before her, he bowed his head so that he could nudge the rabbit. He quickly realized that it reeked with a scent he had never sampled before. Hovering above the prey, and quite perplexed by the meal, he poked a few times it as if judging whether or not it was good to eat.