Overture Downs collision

As he steps back and watches the other squirm and struggle to stay upright, his gaze lingers on the others temporarily weak body. Imagining the stain of that sweet crimson on the purest of whites. Then his eyes flick to the snow below them–just like that, he notes, gazing upon the blood riddled snow.

He knows by now that the other is attempting to block resurrected memories of his broken and beaten past. A past so similar to Santi’s own.

Then Santi couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “It’s an endearment, amigo.” Is all he gives with a sly smile back. 

At that he comes closer and noses the others half of the rabbit closer. “That’s it.” He praises. “It will become easier to talk about, as long as you don’t let it consume you. You must consume it.” He voices strongly, confidently. “Eat. It will help.” He demands softly, scooting the rabbit closer with a large paw before plopping his hindquarters in the snow in a sitting position before the other.