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He was somewhat relieved that he'd surprised her. If he could fool her sense of smell, he had a chance of maybe fooling the hunters again. There was no way of knowing if they'd give up the chase eventually or if he would always be a target, but he'd just have to live through that paranoia for now. If he just continued running, he risked the chance that Fennec might go looking, and fall into harm's path. 

He hesitated only long enough after she'd dropped the meat, waiting for her to step back and indicate that it was for him before he lunged forward. He skidded to a stop and grabbed it, hastily tearing it apart and swallowing chunks of it without delay. He growled softly as he did so, his hackles lifted slightly as he inhaled the offering of food as quickly as he could. Once finished, he snuffled around a bit, nipping up the last bits that he'd missed before until there was nothing left. 

He hadn't heard her speak, but sighed heavily, suddenly more full than his stomach had expected itself to be. "Fuck. Thank you," He wheezed, probably more earnest and appreciative than he'd ever felt for anything before. His stomach ached already- he'd eaten too much too fast, but it wasn't like he could control himself, and it felt good to be full. 

"We should...Can we go? Just....further in?" He asked, not wanting to wait long on the borders lest his scent linger there. He wanted to go back to the den and fall aslee where he might finally feel safe and sound but then again...That was where Fennec lived, probably, with Killdeer and all things considered, he might not be welcome there. He knew better than to insist that he rejoin them immediately. "I can...I could sleep anywhere, to be honest." He croaked, and coughed quietly, clearing his throat a bit.