Redhawk Caldera the shoulder you cry on

Just as he stepped in, Raven seemed to be done with one of the pups. They look fairly docile — for the moment — and Eljay put down the frozen meat. One look at Raven told him that she was hungry and was hoping to get a munch off the food he'd brought. He nodded, wanting to quell any worry she might have that the food wasn't for her. "I uh, I dunno if it needs to thaw first..?" he murmured imploringly, not really sure what was best. Like, should he sit on it? But he would feel awkward if he'd go and sit on it and then it turned out that he didn't even need to.

Eljay glanced at the pups, which seemed to be fine for the moment, then to the piece of rabbit he'd found. It wasn't much, maybe half a rabbit, but it was better than nothing. He glumly realised that he wasn't even much worse at hunting in this cold than he had been with moving targets; there was less of it, but it was easier to catch because it didn't run away when he had a good haul like this one.