Ouroboros Spine Listening for that angel choir

One of the rabbits discarded, he made haste to join her, an arm being thrown over her shoulder.

For a moment, Nasamik found a desire to lean within his embrace and simply remain, but she did not.

Instead, she gave a small nudge to his shoulder. Eat. She prodded gently, ignoring both his question and the heavy eyes that bore upon her. 

A piece when then be torn from the carcass—the amount she knew she had the stomach to eat. Chakliux was left with the rest.