Haunted Wood keep the streets empty for me

He wasn't expecting to be lunged at and it surprised him so much that he immediately halted his approach, ears flattened and head pulled back as he whined softly. For once his eyes did not shoot to the ground and he did not flinch, instead looking at her directly though they nervously flitted to the side every second or so. As she went back to the carcass he whined softly and slid to his belly, laying his chin on his fore paws as he watched her work. He didn't know why but he really wanted that skull, he thought it would make an interesting decoration to his den when paled in the sun or even with the dark stains of gore dried over it.

As she sighed and tossed him the skull his tail pattered the ground and he lifted his head, giving her a grateful, boyish smile as he belly crawled, using his forelegs to drag himself to the skull and no further. He grabbed his prize and sniffed at the skull, licking the flakes of gore and chewing carefully at the remaining meat as he watched her work quietly. After a few more moments he lifted his head and licked his muzzle "Can I help?" He asked hesitantly, genuinely curious as to what she was doing and wanting to be a part of it. "Please show me?" He asked motioning to what she was doing and lowering his head, tail wiggling behind him as he tried to make himself seem smaller and less threatening, more childlike to the wild female.