Leen, ever the helpful character, was hunting. He certainly was a shit hunter but he could feed himself and keep off the caches so Towhee and Phox could sleep. In truth, he wasn't certain who refilled them but they should totally thank him. Totally. He carried his fowl through the trees, looking for somewhere to plop down at eat. He'd not bothered with a den yet, a tree base was good enough. 

All the way up until he saw a gloom-and-doom Jean-Pierre.
His coursed switched to him, wondering what was troubling him. He dropped the bird quickly one he was within speaking distance. "Wassup, mate? Polecat piss on yer meal or somethin'?"
He grinned in his ever so heartfelt way. He was such a charmer.