Larksong Grotto banned from the roxy

Now he let his eyes drift to the object that fell from her lips. From there, he pieced together the scenario: a young huntress, from the gangling look of her, felling a lone doe and returning to the site time and again to feed.
It was no wonder the crow was here, and no wonder it took wing. A preoccupied scavenger was easy pickings for a wolf of her caliber.
A friendly face, said Oddball wonderingly, tweaking his grin into a wider smile and letting his short, rounded ears fall sideways. There was nothing about Haunt to suggest what he said was true in any way. Returning his abnormal greeting hardly qualified as friendly, but it was a far sight better than the response he usually got when addressing a stranger over dinner. It only took so many threatening snarls before a guy started to wonder what he had done to offend everyone so badly.
So, ah, lookin' to share? he tested, side-stepping those large paws away from the ledge and eyeing Haunt with the corner of one narrow green eye. I can repay you with my excellent company.