Golden Glade it's your life, it's your call

He peered at the odd-looking paw when it was raised before him then briefly up to Tambourine's face before he caught the drift and lifted his own complete set of toes to nudge his with. "Best buds," the dark Ostrega affirmed with a nod to hear it from himself in his own voice. Just to make sure it was real, and absolutely confirmed to the fullest extent he could imagine.

His ears perked at the stomach noises and he furrowed his brow while he considered his own hunger's status right now instead of the subtlest of warm fuzzies at the notion of having a freshly minted best friend. "Hm.. I guess I could eat," he answered. His appetite had been hit and miss lately, to which he would blame on stress despite knowing that he had to eat if he intended to keep existing. It all didn't sound so bad right now -- a deal sweetened by prospect of a whole deer. "Whaat, really?" he gaped, catching on this time and keeping his voice low as he stepped forward after Tambourine. "Lucky find," he drawled with all of his body language suggesting lead the way once he matched up beside his friend.