ROAR, Fear the beast
05-01-2014, 02:27 PM
It was a relief to delve into the catch and begin the process of filling his rumbling stomach. Truly, with the scent of fresh kill a tangible aroma against his nose it was hard not to feel the protesting need of his stomach. So it was with relief that he dug into his catch and eyes would quickly flick onto Anais to ensure she was doing the same. He had somewhat noticed her excitement, her little actions before placing the rabbit on the ground before her, the flick of her tail and knew that she had enjoyed the hunt easily as much as he had. He offered her a warm grin through bloody fangs. When she too bit into her prey he relaxed a little more, and continued his own feast, with her single word ?right? pulsing through his mind. He was quickly noticing how little this girl spoke. She seemed quite content to go with the way of things, and she was clearly a quick learner. Despite all this, or perhaps because of it she seemed to offer few words in return. Perhaps she was more of an observer, more content to watch and learnt then to speak. It was a good trait, and a rare one to find in the young. He tore through the rabbit with relative ease, the meat still warm in his jaws. When he set it aside there was little more than skin and bones remaining. Wiping his paws against the gently damp grass and licking his lips against his fangs he would turn his gaze back to Anais. ?So tell me about yourself Anais, do you often travel the rogue lands?? he would ask, the very silent she boosted bringing out a curiosity inside him. "words" |
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