Sunset Valley stepstones

When what was left was tossed to him, he focused his efforts upon it.

Picked around some bones, nearly cracked open others. It would not take him long at all to work away anything edible from what still clung to it. There was an undeniable mess from the ordeal but he would enjoy cleaning that away too.

After he answered her.

Raider was a name that had him look upon her favorably. He recalled rough days with gangs and the way that raids had kept them alive. In a way, she did this too.

Dagur, He dragged the name in a rugged, stony way across his tongue and teeth. It sounded like it should have come forth from a more impressive frame than his own.

The curious look came back over him again as he looked at her masked features. The unspoken question of why once again bounced around his mind.