Sleeping Dragon Look what I got

A moment of success, teeth having found their way around a limb of the rabbit. Against his ribs his heart beat rapidly, the closeness to his sister whilst she emitted growls having been like a shot of adrenaline. She, too, had grabbed onto the hare, however, and so quick was he to regain his focus and jerk back. Though they were siblings, Hvit had not intended to back down, and so he’d continued to yank and move backwards, seemingly having created an accidental game of tug of war. His final pull had resulted in a tear—which he’d not been expecting at all—and onto his butt had he then fallen.

Temporarily confused, he’d blinked at Freyja, only to then realize what was still clasped between his jaws—as well as what hung from her own. Deciding not to wait and see how she’d react, the boy righted himself and took several more steps backwards, reluctant to release his pieces of the kill. Should she not pursue him immediately after, he’d make quick work of the meal and scarf it down without pause.