Neverwinter Forest you don't wanna be seen rollin' in my bar

He's caught himself a pair of rabbits for his breakfast. He won't be eating them both despite his hunger, as one was plump and in almost perfect condition when felled, and Kilgitsuk saw that the pelt could be useful to those that knew how to prepare it. The meat could be a gift as well, should he find the right person to trade with.

The other, now headless, he continues to clean with his head craned over it. Kilgitsuk is aware of another presence in the forest but he doesn't know for certain who it is, or where they are, or their intentions. The air is thick with the rabbit's ichor, and for now that is all the man can taste.