Having been observed while he feasted upon his catch, harboring no regard for the creature's body minimal. What he could not eat, bones and the like, was left disregarded for the scavengers that would come to pick them clean. Or perhaps the ghastly creature's family, if foxes had such things, would come for what was left of it's corpse. It wasn't as if it concerned the darkling Arrluk what was done with his dinner's ratty corpse, blood stained and skeletal since Sinaaq's dissection of all what was good to him. He could not claim that fox was his favorite, nor that it really all that appealing, though it was not as if Sinaaq had the opportunity to be overly picky about his meals at this point. He ate what was available to him as prey and though this desolate forest probably offered other small mammals like rabbits, and wild piglets and perhaps, even, venison he had not given himself the luxury of being a snob in regards to it. It was as Sinaaq preened his muzzle clean from the blood that stained it, known only for the blueish sheen upon his dark muzzle that the woman and his gaze held. Her eyes were the color of sea ice, reminiscent of his name, ironically, though Sinaaq did not comment or compliment upon the chilling coloration of her eyes.Lips parted as he observed her watching him, held captive, he assumed, by his gaze until she broke their stare off, earning a cant of the wretched's head in subtle curiosity. He could not say if she was pretty or not, unable to stop Solia from hissing around his mind like a reminder that he did not need but insisted upon clawing against his skull, nevertheless. A soft pain of wanting shot through cracked and fissured heart but Sinaaq was quick to form a tourniquet to keep her out of his mind. Nicht. The slipped from betwixt the darkling's lips in a mechanical tone, blunt and hissing, all the same. It is not tender, nor sweet like venison, The darkling responded pushing the pillaged carcass to the side with a quick swipe of a paw. On her pelt she carried heavily the scent of another and again his brow rose in the wicked arch that Sinaaq had perfect long ago. Perhaps your mate can catch one for you. Sinaaq suggested sardonically, referencing to the male scent that clung heavily to her, not sure what else he was to assume. He glimpsed around for the male whose musk she wore but he did not appear and though Sinaaq did not take that to mean that he wasn't around the darkling remained weary of the possibility, nevertheless. He did not have the patience to deal with a jealous, over protective mate, especially when she had found him and not the other way around.