Honeyed Pasture the world is already on my side

Day kept a good distance from the fawn until Szymon had stepped fully away and acknowledged his presence. Though he already felt something of a camaraderie with the pale stranger, Day had stayed alive and relatively unscathed by giving such simple courtesies. It was better to be hungry than dead, after all.

"Thank you," he said to Szymon as the younger wolf made way for him. To be polite, he gnawed off a leg with as much speed as he could manage and dragged it a few feet away. He appreciated the defferential treatment and would certainly not turn it down, but that didn't mean Szymon should have to wait overlong for his own meal.

Keeping his eyes away from the younger wolf, Grayday lazily munched his meal, biding his time until the other male had finished. When it seemed polite to do so, he spoke up once more.

"What's your business in this area, Szymon?" he asked, still gnawing on a bone, so that he might not feel rushed to answer. He would, of course, insist on an answer - but he had all the time in the world.