PALE AS THE MOON UPON SNOW

The man let out a purr like growl, and barked happily in response. When he pressed his face against the body of the rabbit, his voice escaped his dark lips to murmur thanks to the hare for lending him it's life. It was then that he ate, but his expression told her that he wasn't happy about it. When he was done, he offered her the remains, which she gladly accepted. After the long swim to get here, she was starting to get pretty hungry. Lowering her cranium to the remains, formidable pearl razors sheared the meat from the bones and skin. Occasionally ruby orbs would flick upwards to fix upon the strangely marked man with the equally strange demeanor. When the meat had been rend from the carcass, gladatrix frame would ascend to it's full height with a soft smile. Before speaking, the femme's long salmon tongue would poke out from between her cherry lips and swipe across her muzzle to remove the remains of her meal. "I get the feeling you're not a fan of speaking?" She asked, haunches falling to the moonlight dappled floor, pale light striking her silvery white, silken fur and making it shine.