fish!

there was a sharp exhale that left the cut of his lip, how it sagged his shoulders for a moment as he felt his stomach tie in a knot of fueled hunger. (How his tongue drug across his lips as if that would satisfy the moment of scavenging he had hoped to do to the creature between his toes) though, even in this it is eyes that consume the small boy in a welcoming fixation. to allow him his full attention, or so it would seem in that time of youth. only fools kept their eyes on one thing at a time, and those were the fools that got sieged. "With those legs? I'm sure you are a pretty fast lad." Zacharia raises his brow, his head dipping as if he was developing the motion of observing the kid for an placed emphasis. Though the ginger man couldn't entirely relate, granted as a child he was gifted with a speed that he was often scolded for. No running, and no stealing. (Cookies, beverages)

Zacharia watched the boy, how he seemed to be caught in a mild fix of a mood. How his eyes wandered off in a direction and there was an hint of a bit lip to the child's pearl tooth peeking from the fold of his gum. and with his words that followed, a smile was caught again and the ginger boy moved to greet the boy. (Kneeling down, his long, wiry fingers brushing through the child's hair as he spoke) "Let's have you eat what I just caught, and then after I can catch another for myself, Deal?" It's a compromise perhaps, as the young man had no intentions of taking the young boys food and he wasn't entirely fond of the idea of letting the kid into the cold river water.