Mount Apikuni the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket

Kavik arrived with food. The smell of it was just as tantalizing as it was sickening to the child. The ribs that jutted from his sides seemed to heave at the thought of filling himself with a fresh kill. The dark male plopped his prey in front of the boy, forcing a clench in the child's gut. A soft nudge to his cheek was the only thing that was offered to suggest that the food was intended for him. Were he older and far more capable of holding out with stubborn pride, Illidan might have turned it away. Instead, he glanced toward Kavik with sharp yellow eyes before nosing the dead hare and then taking a few bites from the most tender portions of the body.

After having eaten a small amount, the child drew his tongue along his muzzle and breathed a deep sigh. His stomach was no longer rioting against him; his detrimental hunger had been sated for a short time. Knowing that the dark male did not have to do something like that, Illidan cast him a sidelong glance and stiffened some. “Thanks,” he muttered quietly.