Chimera Fields it's cool

Silence lingered between them as Remmy stared intensely at the ground between his paws. Maybe if he ignored the other long enough, they would simply lose interest. He found his voice had left him, unable to choke out a simple word. Not that he would dare tell the other to leave him be, as much as he wanted him to — he hadn't an unkind bone in his body.

The sound of something being dropped then pushed across the dirt caused his ear to flick in that direction. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the odd stranger offer his meal to him. Remmy paused, before very slowly turning fully to face the other's dark face with curiousity scrawled across his features. Why on earth would he give away a meal? In the middle of a famine? He stared at the vole, stomach cramping again as the scent hit his nose. He was so hungry.

"N..." the boy went to reject, but his ears fell back as he thought on it. Was the stranger simply being nice? Was there more to this offer? Why had he been so silent? His internal debate was visible on his face via his scrunched brow, yet he leant forward to sniff cautiously at the small creature, tail giving a few half-hearted wags. Well, it smelt okay.