Moonsong Glacier In Berlin

Crabapples. Dutch had never much liked them even outside of their fermented state, but it was at least something that could be called food. Some of the flatness of his features eased. He stole a swift glance at Ariadne before deciding she had nothing urgent to communicate to him. The male didn't seem to warrant any extra wariness to either of them.

"Why crabapples?" he asked, his tone not quite absent of judgement, but at least coming close. "You've no hunting partners?"

He settled in further now that it was clear Towhee did not intend to stick around. The male didn't seem dangerous, but he was still wary of leaving Ariadne in his presence all alone.