Moonspear Random Acts

What Bronco witnessed was simply nature, and the roles of predator and prey playing out as they naturally would. The kid caught the rabbit and much like she would have when she played with sticks and wrestled with her parent's paws when she'd been nothing more than an infant, she wrangled the rabbit to the ground, bit down, and shook it. She wouldn't have had the bite power to simply do the job as quickly and effectively as Bronco had, but this was all a part of the learning process- and she was doing what she could with the strength she had. She seemed to grasp the concept pretty quickly, and instinctively adjusted her grip, allowing her to finish the rabbit off. 

Bronco meandered up and sat down, panting softly as he smiled proudly at the pale girl, not bothering to interrupt her or tell her she didn't need to keep shaking it. He yawned softly, and slid to the ground, laying on his belly with one foreleg curled against his chest, content to let her continue worrying her catch while he bathed in the satisfaction of having begun training another young hunter.