Noctisardor Bypass bedauert

Wylla bobbed her head almost absently. Her eye was fixed on the rabbit haunch while her throat was preoccupied with swallowing back the nausea. Mahler departed with a promise to return in the evening, leaving Wylla to consider ways she might convince him she had eaten the haunch without subjecting herself to the stomach-turning notion of actually doing so.

She pushed it aside for the time being, turning her gaze to the sun filtering through the ferns, her nose to envious contemplation of the scent of a bitch in heat, and tried to will away the idea that Mahler was going to tend to her, even though he had said she was sent out into the world to find a mate there.

When he returned, it would be to find the haunch half-eaten, which was at least better than nothing.