Blackfoot Forest New comer

He shrugged again, not bothered by anything at the moment. Suit yourself. He said, slowly ripping the fox to pieces. He was sure though to leave a piece for her if she changed her mind, as the gentleman he was. He started eating, getting the blood on his muzzle but his belly was at least being filled with fox meat. He wasn't used to this sort of food, though he couldn't complain. The place was chuck full of these monsters, so he didn't have much of a choice. Besides, now he was helping the pack and getting something in his stomach.

He finished the poor critter in minutes, a new record though he wasn't filled with joy about it. He licked the remaining blood off of his gray muzzle, returning his gaze to the white angel... That was still there. He wondered why, but now she was here, why not start a better conversation.

So, how does one call you? Or do you want me to keep referring to you as white angel? The last part slipped off his tongue just as he tried not to say it. Very smooth Gotham, now she knows you're a weird freak.