If My Nose Was Running Money, Honey I'd Blow It All On You [G]

As soon as the limp body hit the ground, blackened nose sniffed it cautiously, making sure the baby deer was not riddled with disease or anything tainted. Once it was clear from his inspection, Varon nipped at it lightly before the sound of the stranger was aimed towards him. "Nice work, let's eat!" The younger, yet larger boy started feasting upon it, giving Varon the impression that the two would now be able to eat in silence. He too took a bite before he was interrupted once more. "I should probably introduce myself. I'm Brandr Scylding. Thanks for the help with this meal." It was rather intriguing, but perhaps it would be a good idea to make himself not look so cold to avoid a potential fight over it later.

"Varon," the foreigner merely spoke, taking another bite into the fawn and ripping a chunk off. The meat was tender and delicious, one of the best meals he's had since being born even. The warmth of the blood made it even easier to eat, soothing the throat and satisfying his taste buds. Minutes would pass, the sound of teeth crunching and tearing at the meat and bones filling the air. He was sure the mother deer was gone, but if she wasn't, it would certainly be a terrible sound. While the fawn was big enough to feed them both, it was clear that both males were hungry and the body was disappearing rather quickly.