Ouroboros Spine surprise

After his rejoinder the girl went quiet. She worked at the shoulder of the dead beast while he pulled at the rest, worrying an exposed rib, crunching at frozen tissue, whatever else. It did not occur to Raimo that he might have been offensive. He saw these two wolves in need of help — one which had called out to the wilderness for it — and believed he was right in his actions.

It was not his fault they thought this endeavor was transactional; nor was it his fault for capitalizing on the concept since they were not inclined to accept his presence otherwise.

Raimo gradually filled his belly with tough meat that he would soon regurgitate in to a cache; it was not ideal but it was a commonplace manner of gathering from a kill. Any pieces he could cleave from the skeleton (meat or bone) would be brought to the meeting place he had found the woman.

As he concluded his work he regarded the girl again, licking his lips to return warmth to them after the work upon the frozen flesh. You do not like me. That is alright. He remarks; it isn't hard to see, her intermittent glances and worried silences telegraphed as much to him. But I am able-bodied and willing to help you, the both of you. Does that not warrant some kindness in return?

A pause. Raimo watches for any changes in her expression and cups his ears towards her in case she has anything to say, but doubts he will be given much to work with.