blackberry currants

*Silverback* · 08-22-2013, 02:36 PM

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Silverback heard his steps and tensed, almost visibly. She was ready to attack if need be, but wasn't certain that was what this was about. She didn't look up again though. It hurt too much for her to have to be on peak watch, plus she wasn't used to it. Usually she was the one in charge - she was the one that others looked out for. It was terrible this level of helplessness. A snarl stamped on her short muzzle as the thorns worked their hellish purpose. But the pawsteps of the other predator stopped a length from her and suddenly she was aware of something hitting the ground before her. She hadn't heard the brush of foliage that denoted a leap - and it was far too soft a thud for it to be the wolf himself. She started immediately, her head once more coming up, with wary eyes widening.

But... it was just a half of the rabbit carcuss. She stared at it puzzled for a moment before looking to the wolf - but he was already turning away back to the water. Silverback's eyes flattened, but she was touched. From his inital words he'd seemed a pig and a jerk - not to mention an idiot: wounded beasts are not meant to be poked at. But this gesture of sharing his food... it was unexpected and rather considerate. Course it might've also been a pity play.

She flicked that idea away with an annoyed roll of her eyes. What the heck, she was hungry. She'd much rather have had a magical cur for all these brambles, but this would do well to distract her for the moment. She eased herself carefully back onto her belly and snapped at the offered food. She couldn't use her tortured pads to grab at it, she she unsheathed her wicked talons and used them to pin down the morsel while she lowered her muzzle and chomped at it. So it was that a snow leopard and a wolf - both of similar grey hue, shared a meal together. Silverback said nothing, but she silence was proof of her enjoyment of the food. She finished off the meat quickly enough, and powerful jaws crunched down the small bones for good measure. She was left with just the bits of littered fur and the skull, which she licked the brains out of and then rolled back and forth absently between her foreclaws. When she was younger, such things had been her first toys.

Finally now she glanced over at the wolf, her posture relaxed except for the occasional twitch given to her by the prickles. She had to say something, so she managed a kind word, that, as per usual, was half mocking, half meaningful. "Do you know? You're the first male to ever take me on a dinner date?" She smirked gently. "Thank you."

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