Heron Lake Plateau Hindenburg

Rye was sort of at a loss, his introduction and offers were thrown aside and was commanded to break open the bones. Of course he would immediately oblige but first, "O-okay but uh, I've got three freshly killed rabbits just laying at my feet." He glanced at the hares then back at her, a little in shock at the sudden happening of things. Giving her distance, Rye walked around the female and to the bones, grabbing a mouthful and settling down nearby. He chose a random femur and bit down hard, using his molars and earning a few loud cracks. He wasn't going to completely split them open but rather soften them so she could more easily access what she wanted.

He repeated the process until his pile had all been cracked and set them in a seperate pile next to the uncracked ones. Rye then grabbed the last remaining bones and did his best to open them all, no matter how tiny they were. Taking a brief break to speak, which he was hesitant to, and said, "Is everything okay?" She looked physically fine but anything else was up in the air. Rye didn't mean anything by the question, he was simply not accustomed and asked out of courtisy.