The noise of movement has become fast paced. She can heard the sounds of a struggle and her own heart thumps hard against her birdcage chest. Please, her mind whispers, do not come here. Go back the way you have come. The scent of fresh blood is in the air and her belly gives an unladylike grumble, begging for sustenance. The grass is almost tempting to gnaw on but all it will do is serve to make her throw up the bile that coats her stomach. Surely she will die of she does not catch her a fish or something. Fjallraven almost wants to whine when the shuffle of feet comes closer towards her.. closer... closer.. THERE! She does not jump up even as Reich sees her and jumps back. Instead her body trembles and she lays like a hidden rabbit might, easy for the pickings and praying nothing will come of it.
She expects some snide words or even maybe a playful jest from whoever has stumbled upon her. Never does she expect that he would offer up his own meal so freely. The hare dangles limp in his jaws and it is only her fright of this situation that keeps her from staring overlong at it. Except when he drops it on the ground and noses it towards her. Now her large ears creep up and her wide eyes shift to his own multihued ones then back to the animal uncertain.
Her mother would test her like this sometimes. She would leave it dangling so close to Fjallraven's nose all she could imagine was sinking her teeth into it. The blood running across her tongue and warming her belly. But if she took a bite before her mother cued her to then she would be assaulted. Mother always did have terribly long claws.
But Reich simply lays down and watches her with his quiet face and she is struck by this kindness. Words are not enough to express it nor her feeling of sudden devotion to this boy, but she reaches out with a slow start, her nose tentatively touching the hare. And then she has dragged it towards her and begun to gnaw on one of it's legs, pausing briefly to look at him with uncertain eyes once more, expecting for a moment that he would turn on her like her mother. But no, he does not.
She eats only one large hind legs before she stops. Her hunger is much less now but it is still there. It would be rude for her to take his meal though so she takes one small paw and pushes it back towards him, golden eyes fastened to his. "I... thank you...." For a moment she feels tears pricking her eyes, so grateful she is for her respite. "I am Fjallraven (OOC: Fall-Raven)." She blinks away the mistiness in her eye and her tail sweeps the ground gently as she waits, not knowing his own ailment.
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