What Dreams May Come

The young boy huddled in his little dried patch of dirt, his chin tucking as much into his chest as he could manage. He hadn't seen nor scented the man coming towards him, until he heard the dull thud of something dropping to the ground nearby. Startled, he looked up with a frightened gaze, and it would seem as if tears had begun to well up before the stranger had even approached. Cautiously, he listened to the stranger and then would glance down at the fallen prey in front of him. Swallowing away the nervousness, he glanced up again at the stranger as if wondering whether or not this was a trick. It was something his mother had often done, saying he could get something to eat then randomly attack him for one thing or another and taking back what she had offered. Life had been cruel to the boy, and little did he know that he would seeon find goodness in the heart of this man.

With hesitance, he slowly rose just an inch or two off the ground and closed the gap with careful steps between him and the prey. With care, the boy sniffed it. Ensuring that it was safe, as his mother would also bait the prey with things that would make the boy sick...unsure as to why she intended for that to happen, though now he was always wary of food given to him by strangers. Sensing nothing was wrong with it, he took yet another careful approach and took a small bite from the rabbit. The taste of fresh prey made his mouth water, and his stomach rumble. And soon, he began to tear into it, not caring about the blood that coated his muzzle as he savored every bite of the creature. It wasn't long before he finally stopped, the prey nothing more then a stain of blood and some other remains. Mako then licked his lips and moved back from the stranger, a look of utter gratitude in his eyes. "th...thank you sir...I really...appreciate it." He murmured.






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