Stavanger Bay Why is the rum gone?

Foxglove stiffened a little, when the singing man came close to her and lay his teeth on her half of the bone. The look she gave him was scrutinizing and full of mistrust, because even if she was in need of help as in this case, she did not like other people being in any contact with her stuff. To put it politely. 

However the half of the bone was already in his jaws and he seemed to be expecting some directions from her. And she obliged - beckoning him to follow first and then leading him towards the woods. A while later they had come to a pit were several other bony bits and pieces of animals long dead were stored. There she put her bone down and waited for the man to do the same.