Kintla Flatlands Taking a Break

"So, Vector, are you hungry at all?"

Vector studied the light and dark layered male before him, with an analytical zelenyy orbs, his own text log scrolling over in his head, the different scenarios attempting to foretell the possible future, his brain thinking days, months, years into the future, trying to figure if the choice to say yes or no could begin or ruin a possible friendship.
Vector's body did a self check. He had nothing to eat besides the little fowl he had found hopping around miserably, holding an awkwardly broken wing on its right side, begging the russian to put it out of it's misery. Which he did, to no regret.
Unfoutionately, the plump little bird had filled only a fifth of his internal capacity, seemingly less.
The benefits of hunting with this Koda, the speckled male who held a bit of buff to his figure, could prove useful, for they could hunt larger prey than just a single item, together.
All of these thoughts, organized, filed, and passed into a single answer, shipped to his tongue, registering in his new teammates language.

"Yes."

Adding a bit more the sentence could prove less cold and more 'team worthy' seemed tactical.

"I'd like to hunt."
After a pause, he tilted his autumn colored head, giving the male before him a gaze that could be interpreted as inviting.
"Would you like to join?"