Arrow Lake ludens

Silence settles upon the pair, the only sound that can be heard is the snapping of bone and light growls as Redshank eagerly pulls whatever flesh he can get his teeth around from the fox. His paws had protectively woven around its ribcage and neck, greedily pulling it closer as if it was his meal alone, paying no mind to the fact that the offer had been some. He works his way up from its thigh, ripping into its soft underbelly — emaciated though it was, organs were always the most nutritious part of any sort of cadaver.

The stranger's offer of his name was only acknowledged with a mild flick of Redshank's ear as he ate, though it perked his interest again a few minutes later. Jigsaw. Odd.

Finally, with a lick of blood-stained lips, he pauses from his feasting, looking up absently as if awakening from a trance. Um...anything I can do? Oh, right, he had company. He turns to the stranger, now fully taking in his tall, speckled form. He would have been rather intimidating were it not for the frosted — though somehow warm — green eyes that Redshank held for a moment before he looked away. He shakes his head, unsure how to word a thank you. Though he wouldn't have to bother as suddenly he felt bile rise in his throat. He lurched forward suddenly, and brought up half the meal he had just eaten in too shorter time. Fantastic.

"Why," he croaked, a question aimed at the speckled man's generosity though he kept his snout firmly pointed at the earth.