a bit of a stretch

A soft huff leaves Peter, a tiny bit of disappointment creeping up in him when Loren suggests the reasonable thing to do, which isn’t ripping it up with his teeth. Then, he catches the flash of amusement, and answers with both action and a mental whoop. Here and now! While the response rings out, he leans over the deer, catching its tiny mutated leg in his teeth and pulling, ripping its flank open eagerly. There is still some sense of place though, probably would be for a while between him and Loren, but here it makes Peter step back once the deer is open, waiting for the badger to take the first bite of meant before digging in himself. And he is eager for it, dancing impatiently and watching the deer. This feels right. Ripping apart something he hunted and eating it. Wanting to eat it. Would this feel wrong if he wasn’t in the body of a predator? Peter shook his head, and leaned over the meat, taking his fill when he could. This wasn’t the time for questions like that. Are you okay? That was a far better question in the moment, he had seen the badger get thrown not once, but twice, and didn’t envy any pain he might be feeling. Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.