Totoka River intention, retention, it's all in your head

man, why were all these wolves obsessed with death? more importantly, why did they even care about his well being? though maybe he should have been grateful that someone out there cared even a little, lakhos found it annoying. life was about survival of the fittest, at least in the little world that existed in his head.
and so far, he had done a pretty okay job of surviving.
he expected her to blow up in his face, really. he could see that anger coursing through every fiber of her being, right down to the glittering tint of her bi-colored eyes. stutterbox was a ticking time bomb and in their locked gazes, he had begun to prepare himself for that inevitable explosion.
but it never came.
his eyes narrowed at her request, but he made no smart ass comment. he’d hear her out at least and draw his conclusions from that. it took no time at all for her to reach a conclusion that she deemed fair—sharing. lakhos had to resist the urge to scoff at that too, letting his eyes close momentarily to save her from seeing them roll over in their sockets.
“why?” he returned after a beat, his eyes opening. she wanted to share with him so she could feel good over some table scraps? yeah, that seemed totally fair, sure. but for the sake of some character growth on his part and not wanting to seem like a complete petulant child, he added: “you could just catch another one. or, take that one and go.”
he didn’t want her compassion, or her company.