[Something about the word herbivore tickles something in the back of his brain. He's not entirely sure what it is--or why the way that his face settles into Leona's hold feels like more than just part of the performance. Like a dog yielding to the hand of its master.
The Savanna is starving. Cater...hadn't he been doing everything he could to fill the emptiness inside of him with the people he had between his legs? He swallows, eyes going half-lidded as if the mere presence of the predator he was at the mercy of was dizzying.]
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The Savanna is starving. Cater...hadn't he been doing everything he could to fill the emptiness inside of him with the people he had between his legs? He swallows, eyes going half-lidded as if the mere presence of the predator he was at the mercy of was dizzying.]
Always. More and more every day.