Sleepy Fox Hollow dark shades of blue

He had a curious way of speaking, and even the mostly non-verbal Revui took notice. He watched the meat fling through the air and was silent as he pursued it, settling to his haunches beside the limp section of pink flesh. While he listened to the man speak he bowed and ate, making short work of what the man had cast aside, barely able to taste it nor feel how tender and fresh the meat was between his teeth. He licked some residual fluids from his lips and regarded the man with another glance.

A pack he had - leadership, not so much. A harem? He did not know the word. I live.. north of here. He wasn't exactly sure, come to think of it, but that was a good enough trajectory. My pack controls a valley. I serve Merrick, our leader, as a warrior. By now he'd become a master of the trade; but he found he could not boast that fact, as it didn't feel as powerful now. Perhaps if he had been back home on Moonspear it would hold some weight. Your.. buddy. They abandoned you? There is an edge to his question. Revui can't help but wonder what he would do if anyone ever did that to him.