Coconut Grove detox just to retox.

The grey wolf weighed heavily on his mind, a swirl of guilt rolled in his gut with a dash of self-loathing for flavor. His frown was deep, although Ingvar's optimism was slowly pulling him out of it, bringing him back to the present. Diaval was surprised when his companion suggested catching the grey man something. He glanced back, amber eyes looking on as the grey male seemed to forgo his meal.

Diaval really had messed him up.

"I don't - uh..." it seemed like they should leave him alone. Diaval didn't want to make the whole thing worse. Besides... "Well, I'm not really - ah...a good hunter."