make me better — o, hunting

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — When the older male accept his offer, the husky's ears perked and his tail thumped against the ground in excitement while a wide smile stretched across his maw. Jacob stood soon enough, gathering up the rabbit that he'd set down only moments ago. Having someone to eat with him again would be a welcome change. He'd always hated eating alone, a habit he was sure originated with the large family meals he'd have with all his families. It just seemed wrong to eat alone. In fact, if he had to do it he'd often be seen sitting outside his den and eating, if only to get the impression that he was around others. Besides, Jacob had a tendency to forget about eating entirely or eat way too much at one time. Because of that, it was usually better for his health if he made specific meal plans so he didn't eat too little or too much. Having people there to keep him accountable was always helpful.

"No problem! 'M happy ta' have ya'!" Came his chipper response as he began to turn. He then glanced back as the man insisted that he wouldn't accept the offer again. Jacob would see about that. His pesto balls were pretty hard to resist, in his personal opinion. "Alright! I don' really mind how much ya' wanna' come over. It don' bother me none either way. Do ya' like pasta?" he asked, his smile never dropping. His eyes then went to Melantha. He knew that the girl didn't eat the foods that he adored but he was sure he could do something nice to the meat she ate. "I know tha' kinda' stuff makes ya' feel sick, Mel, but I can make some meat too with jus' some spices n' stuff ta' make it taste nice if ya' want," he offered. [color=# —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

"SPEECH"

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