Duck Lake russian courier

The scent of the slain bird the stranger held slowly drifted towards Nyo and his nose wiggled as he took in the delicious smell. His stomach gurgled quietly as he tried to remember when was the last time he had eaten a proper meal — he was no hunter, that was for sure. This was evident by his thinner than usual frame. Although, the woman was around his size also and she had managed to fetch herself quite a feast (and a bird, no less). He toyed with the idea of perhaps stealing it from her, but figured his chances of success would be slim. Orange eyes quickly glanced from the strangers prey to her narrow face as she spoke, words slightly muffled before she dropped the pheasant and corrected herself.

"Oh, I..." he started, glancing back to the partially frozen lake. "...w-was thirsty." Hadn't it been obvious? As if to demonstrate, the boy licked the water from his soaking chin. The fur there already had begun to freeze at the tips, giving him an appearance that was as wild as the strangers own fur. She seemed to be unsuited for the current weather, slight in build and the colour of sand. Maybe she was from a warmer place? "Most lakes have...f-frozen over."