Lost Creek Hollow Lone ranger, Wayward son

He found the male friendly and accommodating, perhaps overly so, as Rickon was suddenly offered a meal he had not worked for or earned in any way. That wasn't to say he wasn't an advantageous guy, because the green-eyed bastard almost never turned down a meal— he almost felt lucky in this moment, given that he would've been glad to eat carrion, let alone something relatively fresh and only half eaten. "Really?" He closed the remaining distance between them in only semi-hesitance, his tail wagging and muzzle held forward eagerly at the invitation. "Are you sure, man? I mean... you sure you're done with it?"