She had never had such an easy meal.

It had worked out perfectly, really. The weasel was just coming out of a long, frustrating cold. She had spent the last few days shivering with fever sweats, laying around her house, and in general just being miserable. Her inability to hunt and general lack of appetite while sick meant that, when the fever had finally broken, she had been ravenous.

So she had made her way into a local burrow. A slightly risky move, but it had paid off when she had crept into a room and found herself looming over a bed that was piled with sleeping, delicious-looking bunnies. She knew that bunny burrows tended to be overcrowded, so shared rooms were common, but this snoozing smorgasbord seemed almost too good to be true.

But she was hungry, so she hadn’t looked a gift horse in the mouth.

She tilted her head back, swallowing as quietly as possible. Another pair of paws slipped over her tongue, sliding down her throat to join the growing pile of bunnies in her gut. Her already-stretched stomach expanded with a soft glllnk sound.

She took a moment to catch her breath. Her stomach gurgled and shifted slightly as the large amount of meat inside settled. She looked down at the bed beneath her.

Two bunnies left. Both were still asleep.

She could just leave now. She definitely didn’t need any more food. Her stomach was already protesting slightly about how full it was. She could just slip out the door, and leave the remaining two bunnies to their sleep.

One of the bunnies shifted, burying her head in the crook of her elbow and letting out a soft sigh.

The weasel smiled to herself as she reached down and grasped the ankles of one of the rabbits, starting to lift them to her mouth.

She could manage at least one more.