Dawnlark Plains Carelessness has consequences

Wandering into these lands, it had quickly become the white behemoth's favorite thus far. Even in late autumn it was covered in a thick blanket of snow. He felt quite at home. The breeze felt nice as it brushed through his plush pelt. Even here hunting was rather simple, the white pelts of the rabbits were easy to spot enough due to being accustomed to such a terrain, any movement was fair game, signs were easy to read and follow.

Already the brute held in his mouth a tight grasp on a little white furry beast, blood dripping from his nose as the neck hung crooked. Along his lips a thin shade of red tainted his alabaster coat, golden hues searching for the right spot to eat undisturbed - until, a sight caught his attention. A wolf laying on the ground, with what he could tell through the blood of his kill, was fish. He wasn't too fond of fish himself, the meat was too lean unless it was a fatty salmon that could easily feed a couple large individuals - but hard to kill due to their size... so it was a rare treat. This was a small, lean fish that one could catch at almost any time.

The thought to leave a sleeping dog lay crossed his mind and the man continued on his way, smooth strides carrying his large husk across the lands with a quiet pride... however, he turned his head once more to the beast. With an annoyed sigh, he turned his path toward the one on the ground, rounded out to the front to see this beast's face. he was young, and thin - but not by structure. He could tell the thing was malnourished and possibly from a pack from its smell. Out of annoyance a lip lifted in mild disgust, only to finally open his maw and let his kill drop limp on the ground to free his mouth to speak.

Eat. He demanded in a harsh, but calm tone. But slowly. These were were a little softer, as soft as he could for a brute as himself. Rosencrantz didn't belong to a pack, they were not friends but not enemies neither. Getting on good terms with the locals if he could would be a bonus if shit ever hit the fan so to treat this one as a nuissance and let him die or ignore him to his suffering seemed... less ideal for Rosencrantz himself. 

With a paw he tugged his own kill under him, clarifying he was not going to share what he has, but instead was just freeing his mouth to talk. With your condition, eating too much too fast, your stomach will burst. Ease your way back into full meals, ill stand watch so you have time to eat. He reassured his reasons, waiting for a response before doing anything else. If the young male had expired and died - then that was just a free meal for Rosencrantz to have before the rabbit... it was a win win in his opinion.