Show me how you do that trick.

She seemed unphased by her wounds for the most part, which was a good sign and he felt some sort of relief knowing that she hadn't been seriously injured. He could feel a few droplets of blood leave his chin, having trailed there from the wound on his cheek down his jawline. He watched as she got herself situated on shore and started eating.

While she tried out the beaver, he dipped his head beneath the surface one final time to clean out his wounds before wading back through the water to get the fuck out of it. When he was close enough, he took a leap and landed in the mud, skidding slightly but stopping just before he got to the other body of the beaver.

He was about to start eating too when she mentioned that it was a lot better than fish. This honestly made him smile as he looked to her, damn- what would she think of deer? Or boar? Beaver was nothing compared to the other options in the world, but… her appreciation was something he found himself basking in the feeling of. He only wanted to do more for her now, if she would let him.

Then she started scolding him again and he rolled his single eye upward to the sky. Did she have to ruin everything? He tried not to let her see that eye roll, turning his head so that his only eye was facing opposite of her while he did so. He decided to focus on the beaver as she spoke, aggressively sinking his teeth into it's skin and filling the air with the loud ripping sounds of its hide being pulled from muscle. He couldn't drown her out, but.. honestly he didn't entirely want to. He was listening to every word, for as much as he would pretend to be uninterested.

When she claimed she wanted him to show her attention, he slowed his movements and stopped skinning the beaver all together. He would cast her an uncertain glance as he felt his heartbeat quicken, but… after his meeting with Miach, he had been so determined to forfeit any sort of attachments at all. If his brother couldn't even care enough about him to stick around, how could he trust this girl? He couldn't. No, attachments were dumb… but, he was.. curious, right? That's what this was, curiosity and a need for understanding. Right?

He could feel his migraine returning and he countered it by resting his heavy hindquarters back into the mud. He wasn't a sucker, he never had been. He wasn't about to start now, but… that didn't mean he had to turn away just yet, did it? ”When we are done here, where are you going to go? Is there family you stay with? A friend maybe? Boyfriend, even?”

He almost immediately began to resent how vulnerable he was feeling even asking this questions, but it was too late now. His ears rested against his skull as he hushed his tone, finally seeming less demanding and assertive. ”I… I need to know.”