Raven's Watch our filthy hands can wash one another's.

Frost paused his ministrations when he heard the approach to another. His ears perked as he looked up and saw her--a pretty girl of silver and gold with eyes a shade lighter than his. He lowered his paw to the ground as she finished closing the distance between them and he watched as she dropped something to the ground as she stopped. His focus was stolen by it, though he knew it was impolite. He couldn't help himself, though. To have food so nearby after weeks of starvation was enthralling for the still recovering boy.

His lifted a gaze at her question and blushed, his ears sweeping back. Clearly, she'd seen him staring. He licked his lips, hoping he hadn't also been drooling over it. He gave a soft smile in the next moment and shook his head politely. "No, it's yours," he said in his soft voice, "I've taken too much from the pack already without giving back."