The Red-Eyed Reindeer

Perhaps he should have been a little more cautious himself, but he seemed rather carefree as she accepted his invitation and breached the entrance of the caverns. Among his childhood pack, he never seemed quite as large as he was now compared to the other children older than him. He was unaware of his size for the most part until the considerably dwarfed girl in his company made it so he had no choice but to be aware of it. It reminded him if Ama, somewhat.. though this woman seemed nowhere near as friendly.

He wasn't really all that friendly anymore, either.. was he? Had this been Amalia, after all.. might have been a different story. That was an interesting thought, and suddenly he became a bit more self-aware of his own loneliness just as she was (though this was unknown to him). When exactly had he become so distant and cold to others? Shortly after his father's decision to try and run people out of their home's, he recalled. Shortly after Ama's disappearance, and Ramsay's abandonment. His eyes flickered away from the woman as he successfully reminded himself of all the hardships that came with being social. Since he'd closed the world out, he had very little to suffer from and that, in itself, was a reason to celebrate.

Regaining some sort of sense of joy, he ignored her and merrily nipped at the hide of the doe's thighs until he was able to create a flap sturdy enough for him to pull apart the skin from his most treasured morsels of his meal. He nearly exposed the whole thing down to the hoof with one expertly tossed throw of his teeth. What had been uncovered only lay visible for a moment before disappearing down the titan's gullet, loose skin of his neck that had once been stretched far thinner than it was now seemed to roll together as he rooted through tendons and severed arteries to make each bite easier to be plucked.

How particular he seemed to be with his eating habits seemed almost eccentric, though he was quite obviously enjoying himself. He reluctantly lowered his weight down on to his belly as well, kicking his hindquarters to the side so that his back limbs could sprawl along the slate beneath him while his heavy forelimbs wrapped around his prized hock of doe. The rest of it dangled from his grasp as he carved and tore in delight, though the occasional glance in his company's direction broke him out of his blissful little world. "Are you sure you're not hungry?" Guttural sounds echoed off the walls as he lifted his bloodied lips and swallowed what had been left in the chasm of his mouth when he'd chosen to speak. Scraps of meat were loosened with his muscular tongue and gulped down in a hurry before he licked away the red from his large, white maw. He used the flat top of his snout to nose the doe in her direction, regardless of her answer.

They didn't have to talk. In fact, he preferred if they didn't; but he was determined to share his meal with her. He'd invaded her safe place, and until she participated in his proposed exchange.. he would not allow himself to relax and trust her intentions during his own company. How else would he know if she still held a vendetta? How could he sleep peacefully if she did not accept his trade? If she still said no, he was beginning to think of ideas on how he might be able to persuade her.