Redsand Canyon You look a fright boy

Reyson chuckled as the youth continued to snort and sniff at the fawn meat. His rotund body moving as he sniffed. He definitely didn't miss meals, but that was good, meant the pack was healthy.

He was thrown for surprise when the child tried to grab the meat out of his maw. So surprised in fact that he let it drop. You eat it. You don't just smell it, though it smells good. 

Reyson was dumbstruck and unsure what to say, he looked around again. Wishing for someone, anyone to save him. Though what he needed saving from he wasn't sure, but he felt itchy and uncomfortable and the youth. What about the youth? He had done nothing wrong, he just made Reyson so uncomfortable due to his age.