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Once injured and wounded, a small patch of dark skin can be seen on Daighre's right shoulder and a much larger patch of dark skin can be seen on the scruff of his neck. Both areas are in the process of scarring with his fur yet to regrow.

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He panted.

Exertion, and contentment as he chewed and twisted and gnawed. A rabbit’s spine, naked and freed of its muscle and flesh and skin, between his back teeth. Its vertebrae snapping, cracking—popping—one by one, beneath his molars.

Disconnected, disjointed, and chewed.

Its bone marrow soft and rich, on his tongue.

And it was warm, beneath the shade. The grass sharp, against his elbows. The sun overhead in the turning phases between spring and summer.

He could smell dirt, and grass, and warmth.

Overhead, birds chirped. Their bodies small.

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Enjoyment.

That's what he got, from this wayward life he had been afforded. Olaf was mostly used to his new body, his older body. A social butterfly as he was turning out to be, Olaf sought any company that could be provided -- though he wouldn't go back to that bloody goat, that's for sure.

He was sure his bum was still bruised.

Olaf knew that golden body. Vaguely, recalled the angry man that owned it and his blackened lips twitched as he decided to have his fun. Not drawing too near, Olaf would make no show of hiding himself. The man dropped to his rump then his hip, splaying out his hind legs to the side as he toed the Earth. "Ain't this nice," he drawled as he tilted his head to the sky, "nice weather is nice."

The man knew likely how he was going to be responded. Yet he wasn't about to make the man entirely predictable.

Expect the unexpected. ^^

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‘Nice weather is nice.’

He grunted. His ears folded back, back against his head. And he watched him, from the corner of his eye. His hackles raised.

His right foreleg held the rabbit’s spine in place, half of it beneath his leg, and the other half in his mouth.

He twisted.

Gnawed.

Another vertebrae popped, snapped, and he tossed his head back to crush the broken bone between his back teeth. Molars, not incisors.

He waited.

Waited, for the bullshit to spew.

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He didn't immediately get up and go, nor did he say fuck off.

Olaf preened, delighted.

That wasn't to say the other man wasn't on edge because he was but it was small victories that had Olaf grinning. "So, you like bones," Olaf hummed as he thumped his tail upon the ground, thump! thump! thump! with full intent to see if the noise would annoy the little beast or whether he was so invested in his bones that he didn't want to break away.

"Reckon I got a bone you might like," he drawled, playing with fire. Yet... the beast might not even understand it and think he was offering all of his actual bones up for harvest. Either way, Olaf would enjoy his response, he was sure -- something about the aggression made him enjoy it all the more. ^^

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‘So, you like bones,’

His hackles bristled and his eyes flashed. A growl rumbled, low, in his throat.

And he gnawed further, harder, with his back teeth at the spine’s ribs and ridges. The vertebrae, between his teeth.

‘Reckon I got a bone you might like,’

Crack.

The bones broke, beneath his jaws.

And he could feel his breath inside his chest. The movement of every steady inhale and every steady exhale. The expansion of his lungs inside his ribs, over and over again.

He swallowed.

“What did you just say?” He asked.

His voice low, and his body still.

The rabbit at his feet, discarded and now forgotten.

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That had done the trick.

The golden beast had focused his attention on him, all aggressive and really, Olaf had to remember to breathe. "Ears blocked?" Olaf smirked, wide and smug though his golden gaze danced with mirth and delight.

"Loads of bones about, you see. Lots of prey," he drawled easily, as if he hadn't just given the man an opening for something else. "Thought you might want some more but fuck me handsome, if you don't want bones upon bones, I won't offer to bring you lots of little bunnies for you to ravage," he almost laughed.

He almost did. His voice wobbled with amusement but he managed to not laugh. ^^

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“You’re fucking disgusting.” He snarled. His ears pinned back, back against the sides of his head. His hackles raised.

And—

He left.

The carcass of the rabbit forgotten, a head with a partial spine attached, muscle and gristle.

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Attempted exit unless stopped.

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