I glance at the corpse of the Ice Rabbit as I begin to drool.

I am really quite hungry.

I immediately begin to dig in, using my sharp dragon fangs to tear apart the fur and reach the tender red meat within.

It is very warm.

Although cold does not affect me, it still rather comfortable to touch something warm at last.

…Even if it is the recently killed rabbit I am about to eat.

I shyly munch into the meat.

Tenderness.

It is very warm.

And the blood, oh man.

So warm, and a bit salty.

It is really refreshing.

I begin to let my animalistic instincts take over my mind as I devour the entire rabbit.

I tear apart the delicious tender flesh and munch it.

Holy rabbits, this is godly.

I drink the blood as if it were the most delicious of elixirs, it even refreshes my mouth.

Am I a vampire or something?

Why am I enjoying this so much?

Come to think about it, why am I not feeling disgusted by eating raw meat and fresh blood?

I am sure that if I were a human, I would be puking right about now.

But somehow I am not.

In fact, I am enjoying this thoroughly.

It feels as if I were eaten a delicacy.

I guess this is my first meal.

I quickly take out most of the flesh around the corpse and use my little claws to move the corpse around, I tear apart the fur and leave it at the side.

Claws are different than human hands, I cannot really grab stuff with them, so it ’s hard to move things aside…

But I somewhat manage.