Larksong Grotto oh right

His nerves rattle as he drinks knowing that the woman has the prime opportunity to snatch the coon from between his paws. In this event a fight would surely ensue and that is not something that Vegas wants. He is not a violent individual by nature, but he will fight for his food if he must.

But the dark furred female makes no such attempt and in turn Vegas feels able to relax. His thirst quenched he lifts a dripping maw and swings his narrow head towards her, regarding her with doleful blue eyes as she unleashes a friendly woof.

His long, soft tail begins to sway. He gives her a half smile and steps back a bit,nosing the raccoon corpse towards her. It flops in her direction as Vegas flips it with his pale snout.

He draws up to stand, his posture neither dominant nor submissive but rather neutral.unthreatening, friendly almost. 

You... You want to share? I probably can't eat it all right now.