Sun Mote Copse burn the world that you call civilized

Fig watched the scene unfold, not entirely happy to play witness to it. Being a wolf, he wasn't unaccustomed to seeing gore during a feeding. Still, there was something different in this. A little less... controlled, or dignified, or... Hm. The Redhawk inwardly shrugged it off and continued watching, waiting until it was over so they could proceed (however that would play out, he still had zero idea). He couldn't fault the boy for the display, anyway. He was clearly quite hungry.

When finally, the stranger spoke to him, Figment was still unprepared for what to do next. But once the question was asked, he realized that this was really just a conversation. He could do those. "We don't usually let strangers run around in our territory, generous though the offer is," Fig commented thoughtfully, "Where are you from? What brought you here?"