Whitefish River Feed me Seymour

@Mara

The massive man's stomach growled, loud, demanding. He groaned audibly, flopping onto his side in a way that shook the surrounding pebbles around him. Audrey III was not a hunter. He was a fighter, a cunning man, a singer perhaps, but not in anyways a hunter. That would prove to be a problem if he wanted to survive here, alone that is.

His stomach growled again and the wolf-dog growled back at it. "Yeah I know whatcha mean, babe. We've ain't had anythang t'eat in days!" He always considered his stomach to be his conscience, though embedded in his abdomen instead of his brain, dictating where he had to go and what he had to do.

The giant hefted himself up, eyes to the sky in the hopes of seeing some kind of avian scavenger circling. FEEEED MEEE!!! His stomach demanded, and he was close to opening his mouth and repeating the same demand. Hopefully there was a pack he could join...or a wolf he could con out of food. Or else he was going to have to kill something...not that he minded that at all.