Sun Mote Copse burn the world that you call civilized

Before long the bird's entrails were strewn about the border like some kind of ritualistic display. The bulk of the creature's meat was gobbled up hastily, messily; then Tuvak went from point to point, puddle to evicerated puddle, either supping on the fluids or munching on bits of bloodied matter. The trail turned to red mud as he trecked through it, but once he was satisfied that everything had been consumed and his belly was nice and round, he stopped.

Initially forgetting that the guardian was waiting there for him, Tuvak began to clean the streaks of red from between the toes on one foot, but stopped, as he had before - glancing sidelong at Figment as he remembered. The paw made a wet noise as he placed it down again. Got more food? He asked suddenly, eyes alert. From the looks of this guy he was quite healthy, which answered the question even without Figment's input; so he plunged on to presume: If I share what I kill, can I hunt here?