Haunted Wood shiny leather in the dark

he lifted his head just barely to stare at the pale figure that approached, massive and muscled and bearing prey. he gave a shrug to the question but smiled; eating was a laborious, uncomfortable process. surya appreciated the gesture, though. 

yes, he answered, and that was the truth. his stomach felt like an empty pit. he stretched his nose out to briefly touch the rabbit, savoring the scent, at least, and then returned his eyes to the strapping young man. thank you.

for such a dark forest, the wolves here were kind. a fluttering of wings brought his gaze upward: a bird, perched nearby. he held its stare before looking back at the nightwalker.

i'm surya, he said briefly. you are?