Essix
Essix cocked his head before shrugging. "If you say so," he muttered, leaning down and sinking the sharp tip of his beak into the squirrel. He closed his eyes, relishing the warm flesh before taking another mouthful. He then leaned back up and pushed the rest toward Dream, even though he wanted to eat more.
No, he thought, you would be dead if it weren't for Dream. She deserves this fresh-kill more than I do. Guilt prickled through him, making him feel sick to his stomach. He shouldn't have eaten so much; there's just about three mouthfuls left of that squirrel. Good thing the guilt made him loose his appetite.
"Now, you eat," Essix said, with a bit of a quiver in his voice. "After all, you killed it, and I don't want to be greedy and eat it all in front of your face."