Cerulean Cape Settled in, into the pocket of a lighthouse on some rocky socket

The tension in his muscles melted away at her words. He would not budge, would not plead to be helpful because in reality he would likely only slow down her search for something edible. Nor would he be very good in an actual hunt. He'd be able to scare off any prey better than he'd be able to catch any. So silently he settled back down, head settling on his legs as he gaze up at her sitting form.

Yes. He answered in a hushed voice. The male didn't wish to admit that he would eat anything at this point. Even the marrow of a bone sounded appetizing to him in this moment. I'll stay put. He assured her.