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The pallid female spoke, unsurprisingly denying his unspoken request for food. So the famine was as widespread as he had suspected, and packs had the monopoly on what little prey remained in their area. Of course, this was naturally the way the world worked, but it didn't mean Redshank had to like it. His tail flicked in irritation as the woman's darker counterpart posed a question. For a moment, he was almost tempted to play the part of innocent stranger and beg for acceptance into their pack, pretending to be grateful for access to their caches before stealing away into the night. His acting skills, however, did leave something to be desired.

Instead, the Cairn avoided her gaze while giving no indication he had heard her. Tried. Failed.

He then stole a glance to the beast who continued to stand by silently. It was clear there would be no getting what he wanted here without a fight. Maybe he could simply tear off a chunk from one of these three; at least it would be something to fill his belly. With a feigned huff of defeat, shoulders slumped as if he had simply given up, Redshank turned and began to idly lope away a few paces...

...before he just as quickly spun on his heel and broke into a dogged sprint, charging right at the curly-haired one with hungry jaws aiming to rip and tear.