Barrow Fields permafrost giants

Corvo didn't immediately answer, as was his tendency. He looked Skífa over, considered the likelihood that the other male would kill him at the first opportunity, and decided it was not probable, at least not with the information he'd gathered thus far, which wasn't much. He was willing to risk it, at the chance to get something to eat. Hunting alone wasn't easy, even with one additional participant the odds of success went up a great deal. That was another pair of eyes and paws lent to the task. There was of course the issue of sharing whatever they caught, but Corvo was willing to cross that bridge when they came to it. 

So, he said with a curt nod, "For the time being, yes."

He would not remain with Skífa for long. He didn't trust him enough for that. But for now, it was a promising option.