Stone Circle the devil in hell’s kitchen

For a second, it looked as though the other male would refuse this offer. Murdock's expression stayed in the range of unguarded suspicion as he looked between the two, still unable to puzzle out what was going on, here. It just didn't make sense - why would someone want to starve their mate?

In the end, though, the man agreed. Murdock rolled his eyes at their exchange - he'd never been able to stomach other couples, since his Chemukh had passed - and gestured for Wardrunna to take the lead. "Turkeys are easy, and they're almost at their fattest around this time of year," he said to the younger male, nostrils flaring as tested the air for traces of them. There were always turkeys around, but they weren't always easy to find. "Not the biggest kills, but it should be enough to put some meat back on your girl's bones."

The futher he removed himself from the incident, the easier it was to convince himself it had been some kind of misunderstanding. The strange male was clearly foreign, and not great with the common tongue. His mate didn't appear to speak it at all. There was something at play that Murdock must have missed. "I'm Mur, by the way," he added, fishing for his companion's name.