Whitefish River Pale Underbelly

Wicken was already improving, and this development elicited a heavy thump of his tail. Marcus lifted to rest on his belly, taking in the salty aroma of the fine meal that was presented to him. "Thanks, kid." His gruff voice laced with softness as he began to gnaw on it's tail. 

"I'm from a place not too far from here." A single paw lazily gestured to his right, although he wasn't 100% sure if it was the right way. "What about yourself? Have anywhere you're off to?" Marcus's voice didn't showcase it, but there was immediate regret with what he had just asked to half starving youth he had found curled up alone underneath a tree. Obviously, where he came from was worth roughing it on his own, so not very good. On top of that, he was sure he had no where to be. Still, Marcus feigned genuine curiosity with a tilt of his broad head, as if he didn't already know the answer.