Sheepeater Cliff i will storm the gods

so far, so good, ridgeback replies with a roll of his broad shoulders; another bite taken from his meal. despite himself, he begins to feel full and chews his last bite with a slowness that oft accompanies such a feeling. i look forward to exploring it all. or all that he could, at any rate. you an explorer? he asks before his salmon pink tongue draws across his jowls in an attempt to clean it and he takes a deciding step back from the stolen meal. he studies her for a moment before gesturing towards the big horn corpse with his muzzle. help yourself if you want some. ridgeback can't say when his mind changed ...maybe because she was pleasant conversation, or perhaps because the primal instincts were charmed and calmed with a fully belly. regardless, he wouldn't stop her if she wanted to eat.