Fox's Glade saying fuck your name

A new voice interrupts his mealtime and he glances up with dark eyes, continuing to eat all the while. Here was a tall and caramel man with a brilliant blue gaze that interested and unnerved him. He pauses, lifts his head, licks the blood and entrails off his lips. Yeah. They smell like shit and piss but I don't really mind anymore once I'm eating. He chuckles coolly. 

He looks Fields up and down once more. You want a taste? You can come closer, I don't bite. I mean... unless you're a fox, He laughs again, casually shoving the torn up corpse towards Taylor with a pale forepaw, creating a crimson smear on the patchy half-melted snow. Always nice to get to know a pretty guy over lunch, right?