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

Perhaps the Russian was rather blunt and unwelcoming, but the thought of food clouded the idea of being polite to the one who he had just hunted with. This was not a business lunch, but rather just lunch. This polite young man had shown his gratitude to meet him, but Varon kept on eating, merely releasing an accepting grumble due to food being in his mouth. There was a bit of awkward silence, but the foreigner had a knack of ignoring it and just doing his own business. It wasn't long before the larger male decided it was time to go, having filled his stomach despite a bit of the carcass still left.

Ears pushing forward, Varon listened to the words and respectfully returned a nod of his head as the boy told him that he had to leave. Whether the two would meet again was unknown, but it was very lucky to meet him when he needed food badly. Time would pass as the earthly-toned man continued to pick at the bones before deciding that he had had enough. The ravens and a bald eagle had waited fairly (and oddly) patiently, thus he would push himself off the ground and leave behind the remnants of a poor lost soul that had barely just begun to live. Such was life.