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He gave the body one final tug to bring it closer, before he let go and responded. Rams are still sheep, He mansplained, feigning seriousness before turning toward her with a cheeky grin. His smile softened at the sight of her, plush with good health. 

Modestly, he shrugged. His horns aren’t even curled yet, He noted, slightly embarrassed by his choice of prey. No struggle, really- the glutton went below the treeline away from the others, had a nice patch of wispy mountain grass all to himself…Good news is, the rest of the herd didn’t hear the kill and probably won’t miss the little bastard. There was no bad news to share- he felt that he could make a second kill in short time with little fuss.

Still- immature as it was, it seemed to please Star Eater, and would not go to waste. I imagine so; women always know what to do with a kill. He spoke with conviction, and a tad of envy- in many ways, he considered women to be more capable than men. Plus, you’re not just eating for you. If Sun Eater comes looking for a bite to eat you can tell him to piss off, this is yours, He said with a brief chuckle, before his expression shifted. But like, maybe don’t tell him I said that. As revered as Sun Eater was, Ridgeback still knew to tread carefully.