Broken Boulder keep it down now

she is entirely unaware of her audience, and instead of doing the relatively smart thing (which is probably to get the hell out of dodge) Maple tears into the rabbit, making fast work of most of it and sating the insufferable void in her stomach. and then someone is speaking, and she squints up at whoever just disrupted her meal. 

some dude, but chill; still, she might have prefered a neutral greeting or a straight up attack. "yeah." she offers, straightening and finding comfort in the fact that she could definitely crush this dude. not that she wanted to, or would, but still. "it didn't care much, though." a rough gesture at the carcass. she doesn't want to be here, she just is.