In a way, the simplicity of this is much preferable. It is easier to relax knowing his toy might not be taken from him. Nonetheless, it seems the world around him has other plans for he hears the muffled sounds of paws against loose soil. Still, he makes little effort to respond and instead, he idly flops about with his toy, pawing at it from time to time and nibbling at its fur. It is so very soft, and he grumbles quietly under his breath at the prospect of soon being bothered. However, he does not know who it is that has come to see him, though he feels the power of her presence long before she speaks.

The moment she does so, he cannot help but be drawn upwards by her words. It is now that his siblings begin to emerge from the darkness behind him; first Eros and then Nemesis, peeling out the shadows and into the light. He can feel the tension exerted by Eros, but he does nothing to stifle it. It is almost pleasurable to be defended in such a way, though her words seem to hold no particular malice. The language is... distinct, and only half understood. After all, he is still young and what words he knows are selective. His mother is a quiet creature and his father does not speak with folly.

She speaks of pleasure and death and he shifts atop his paws, having risen entirely to be standing now. With a small grin, he looks to her before placing his paws atop the rabbit's body once more, pressing his weight into its ribs - he is delighted by the way the body seems to depress under his weight, though it is not as pronounced an effect as it had been previously. He almost pouts at that realization. It is running out of air. Even though it had been dead, he had been able to squeeze at least one decent breath out of it.

"It is... just something... to do."

He speaks in an awkward accent, stumbling across the nuances of the ancient language. He knows only that it is the language she speaks and the language their pale visitor speaks, but not of its importance. Just like playing like this, the language is just another something to do. He shrugs, though he glances to his siblings with a stiff wave of his tail. He supposes he should share with them now, beckoning them forward with a swing of his muzzle.

As he returns his gaze to where she had been, however, he finds her much closer now. She stands over him, casting a shadow atop he and his toy. He stares up at her, mirroring Nemesis for several moments though his eyes are alight with curiosity. He cannot understand why she is so close. All he knows is that Eros does not approve of it. Still, he does not think she means them harm. After all, she has asked about the toy he has for them.

Slowly, he leans forward. He leans almost at his tipping point with his muzzle outstretched until he feels her fur tickle his nostrils. It is then that he breathes in her scent fully, recoiling back. He turns then to his siblings, nodding.

"Family."

It is all he says on the matter. And then, he is right back at his toy, pressing his toes into the plush fur and flopping over it lazily. He does not know why she has come or what she wants, but his body language insists that she play with them.