Big Salmon Lake [m] how can i be a black hole and your favorite constellation?

This was sad. This was getting really, really sad, and now Peregrine had no way to stop the plummet. Please? he snaps, much like an unbecoming prepubescent boy just figuring out he can turn his back on authority. C'mon, man, I'm starving.
He doesn't necessarily wait for an answer. He lurches out of the lake, water streaming down bony forelimbs, and he reaches out to snag what he felt was a deserving share of her kill. Before she can stop him, he swallows it nearly whole. His lips twist into a smirk. Thanks.
It was now that he realized he did not know her name, or where she was from. But decidedly, he did not really care. She hadn't bothered to ask him, either, so now, he shuffles away and begins to dry himself off with a coarse run of his tongue over his limbs.