A smile crossed his lips as his claws slipped over the still twitching flesh. It was so warm, the scent so fresh and tempting. He lifted the limp carcass to his mouth, dropping his jaw to sink his fangs into the tender flesh and sinew. But he heard her step up behind him, smelled that subtle hint of silk, cotton, herbs, and sweat that he had come to associate with his mistress. He spun to face her, forgetting completely the limp prey that hung from his jaw. "My rabbit?" Her eyes shot open wide and she took a trembling step towards him, her voice a soft whisper. Guilt filled him immediately and he dropped the thing, not noticing that a basket of creamy yellow silk was at his feet. His ears flattened against his skull as he looked down at the blood seeping into the costly fabric.
The child lifted the spoon to his dry, split lips. Taking a precious moment to gaze down at the thick chunks of rich orange carrot, the buttery shreds of rabbit meat. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and he fell to the bowl with a gusto, warmth spreading from his twisted, cold stomach to the rest of his poor, frail body.