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The boy swept forth and grabbed the squirrel. Tye watched, thinking about how fortunate he was the boy didn't go a step further and grab at him. He was glowering a little bit while Dragomir stripped the little body of meat, his ears twisting at the crunch of bone, the scent of blood that briefly lit the air.
When the boy was finished (and it had not taken long) Tye felt the burn of a gaze upon himself and ducked as if to avoid it, averting his own eyes, letting his face go slack of any expression just in case it could be used against him. His tail a sickle against his belly, his head level with his chest and tipping lower... He didn't know if he should linger here or leave now, and waffled about instead.
Tye needed to replace those squirrels with something. He was suddenly very aware that he'd eaten one of the pair himself, which flew in the face of what Hydra wanted too - that food could've been cached for when times were rougher, and instead he'd stuffed his own face, what would happen if -- who're you?
Right. The boy. His voice was almost shy, like he couldn't figure out what to do with the omega either. The boy murmurs in response, N-nobody. Um... Tye.