Totoka River be the hunter and the hunted

he huffed—yeah, he was a hungry loner.
well aren't you the good samaritan.
and it was probably a trap. though once the words were out of his mouth, he realized that it may have been bait, at which point he probably shouldn't have said what he did. oops. water under the bridge now. lakhos would have been one of those gravediggers who would be tasked with the job of digging said grave only to realize at that final shovel of earth that he had dug his own.
but so far, he hadn't really had an issue with anyone trying to take food from him. plenty of interruptions and stare downs like in his instance, but no one had really given him a challenge. he was either really good at intimidation... or this lot really valued not getting into tangles.
maybe winter had something to do with it.
so, if you aren't here to take my food... what do you want? his time, his energy, maybe his leftovers? there wouldn't be any, at least of the latter. the former two were up for debate and presently in use.