Phoenix Maplewood when time falls like the sun

The scent of a newly-caught dead hare drove him towards Desdemona. Like a hungry shark who had caught the scent and sight of blood. His want and need for survival sometimes urged him to balance upon scavenging prey who had been dead for quite a while and taking any leftovers he could find. Likewise for any other lone wolf, it was a fight for survival out here in the wild. 

Disappointment betrayed him when he found out that the hare -- or what was left of it -- was a freshly caught prize of the female huntress. His stomach rumbled extra fierce now that he discovered that it wasn't him who caught the dead creature. For a second he glanced at her, jealous. But there was no agression in his body language, Epic was desperate but not violent. His tongue flickered out as he momentarily licked his leathery lips while savoring the scent of freshy caught meat while at the same time weighting the options in his mind.

Deciding to use the situation to his advantage, he said. "Hey, you're a good hunter. Are you still hungry? If so - we could combine our strength and hunt together."