ARSENAL The good thing about eating fruit? You didn't have to chase it. You didn't have to be assed in finding it, tracking it down, and killing it. Sure, he couldn't sustain himself on it, but Arsenal found low effort content could suffice every once in a while. Particularly lazy today, he rolls through the orchard with that traipsing gait that's become his standard as of late. Lumbering even. Fruit. Fruit was fine. The creature reaches down with his great jaws and snaps up a pear, ripe and juicy. Almost like blood, it spills down his cheeks and sticks to his throat. Unlike blood, it wouldn't stain. There was a crunch, but no scream. He appreciates that today. It's hard not to, after all, when it comes to messy things. Arsenal himself, is enough of a mess to suffice. Spring sun on his shoulders, he enjoys his breakfast. fall in love or in lust, either one

He had always liked the orchard. If he had actually moved his pack to the range like he had originally planned to this most certainly would have been the second half of his territory. He liked the shade the trees provided. It was nice to be able to move from shaded spot to shaded spot on a warm day. The fruit was a nice touch as well. It was a nice little sweet snack when other sources of food were out of reach or too bothersome to deal with. It seemed like someone else had the same idea about the fruit. He spotted the younger man up ahead of him as he walked, seeing him crunch on one of the pears from the trees around him. He smiled softly and chuckled softly. It wasn't a bad idea. The fruit was cool and juicy, just the thing to give you a bit of refreshment. "They're tasty, hm?" he asked conversationally as he got closer, giving the darker colored man a friendly smile. "Talk" "You" Think