Jaxxon watched his little mini-me tugged and pull at the fur that was such a deterrent to the meat below. He chuckled and smiled warmly at Zacharie, his toothy grin warm and beaming as he looked down at the struggling little boy. His heart warmed at the sight of his child, a live child, growing, living, breathing...

Jaxxon was happy for a moment.

When the angry barks started to break the silence his momentary bliss was split, shattered, as he blinked his head clear. Papaaaaaa! Screeched through the rugged sounds of frustration and Jaxxon nodded in understanding. I gotchu little dude... He murmured softly, his voice deep and rumbly as he tugged the rabbit closer.

Taking his teeth Jaxxon delicately nibbled a piece of fur free from flesh and tugged it away, exposing the oozing, bloody, muscle beneath. Here... He purred as he pushed it closer, back towards the smaller boy, That should be better... My boy... He refrained from adding, trying not to get too close, he was afraid of what might happen if he got close...