Duskfire Glacier I am the bold, that fortune favors

There wasn't much left, but maybe he could still scrap a piece or two off the bare bones? Ditty licked his lips submissively as she made way, though she just looked like she intended to leave. "Uh, thanks," Ditty said while he watched her move. He moved up to the carcass and sniffed it. Not much left, but he wasn't gonna be pciky right abou now.

"Hey, you wanna chat a — oh, you're leaving?" Ditty called out when she started to depart. "Bye, I guess." She was obviously not the chatty type and so perhaps it would be best to let her go for the moment, even though Ditty ached for a conversation. If she didn't mirror the feeling he'd leave her be.