More Than He Could Chew

The moment felt special for Sylvaris. His mouth opened to take the first bite from her trembling fingers. The rabbit was perfectly cooked, its smell thick with low-fat richness, carrying a distinct scent of the hunt—a fresh, primal aroma that only deepened his hunger and impatience. His teeth sank into the rabbit leg that Liraeth had pulled off with some difficulty, juices flowing as he tore into it.

"Then... umm… I'll take a bite..." His voice wavered uncertainly. This was new for him; aside from his mother, no one had ever fed him like this. He swallowed hard, his eyes locking with Liraeth's trembling gaze. Her ears twitched, burning a deep red under the morning sunlight. If anyone were to touch them right now, they'd likely be jolted by how sensitive they were.

"Mmmhm..." A low hum escaped her lips, her eyes fixed on his, but inside, she was in turmoil.