The Red-Eyed Reindeer

With interest, he watched as she accepted his trade; she seemed so uncertain about it even while she was pulling the doe from him, he thought. As she tenderly took her bites, he nearly smirked as, to him, it appeared that she was attempting to uphold some level of class. He'd seen this behavior before, but not with rogues and she certainly smelled rogue. Royals. He wondered if she were a runaway princess or perhaps simply just an admirer of that sort of lifestyle- someone who seeks to be noble by their own means. It was a fun idea, but... then again, perhaps she was just not all that hungry. Another glance to her direction, and he couldn't help but think that she must be hungry... perhaps just shy?

Vadim was the last wolf to care about a keeping himself composed and decent in the presence of others. While it may come off as rude, his simple understanding of it was that if it is natural- why not? If he is famished, hungry.. and feels like scarfing down his meal as fast he can then his body must crave nutrients bad enough to bring him to that point, and why should anyone have to hide that?

While he wished he could transfer his understanding to this woman, he remained silent and tried his best not to continue to observe her after she finished his meal. If she was shy, he didn't want to give her any reason to be while in his company.

In fact, the barbarian turned his head away from her and lifted his skull. A bubbling sound shifted in his stomach and came rolling up his throat and out his mouth in one of the loudest burps he'd ever had the opportunity of sharing with someone. Immediately, he chuckled and rolled on to his side to relax while trying his best to show that he was indeed relaxed and that she could be, as well. He was fully aware that this might be too offensive, maybe just too gross for someone more cultured.. but hell, if she was one of those cultured folk, she needed this experience! "Just Jendayi? No surname or even a 'The Jendayi'?"

Molten gaze found her own again as his meaty lips tugged into a half grin, "I am Vadim Armada. While I don't mean to impose, I do need a place to rest for the night. Thank you for sharing your space, as if she had much of a choice, "I will do my best not to mess anything up, and I'll even catch breakfast in the morning." He didn't want to call her skinny, but she certainly looked like she could use someone catching breakfast for her. She looked like she could use someone to heat her up a bit, too... that wall didn't seem to be doing her any favors. His eyelids dropped just a bit as he canted his head, front canine protruding his square muzzle as he'd notion toward her. "I am also fairly good at cuddling, if you need a professional body warmer for the night."

He may not have been fat enough to be considered 'obese' anymore, but the evidence that he once was still held on to his form. His stomach was still covered in lose skin, but his thick fur made him plush despite however unattractive he might be. He never had a problem keeping warm, himself.. and though he was fully aware that she might turn him down simply because he was so forward- at least, he tried.