Hoshor Plains I drink to the last friggin' drop.

The thing wanted to trade?

What the hell could Reyes offer in exchange? He wasn't about to agree or disagree right off the bat; the food was there, offered up. The wolf-deer-thing was spindly and maybe fast, but not strong. Even injured as he was, Reyes thought he could handle a bit of a fight if that's what it came down to.

He shrugged and set about eating the rest. When it was gone, and he licked the juices from his chin, he stared down the deer-dog and said, Okay, what'dya want then? I'm not exactly able to hunt well right now, ysee that?

Reyes thought his injuries were pretty obvious (and extensive).