so hungry my belly button's chewing my backbone

Gav gasped, shrinking back at first as the poor creature flailed sand about. The startled reaction was not one that Gavroche had expected at all. Sure his wings were strange but he was far from a threat… but… this stranger might not know that yet. The other male was staring at him with wide eyes, quiet, and when his actions suggested fear, stepping back away from him with ears flicked back, Gavroche let out a soft whine and lowered his own body some. His green eyes didn’t leave the other, drawn to the wounds on his forelegs as worry gnawed at him. He didn’t know who the other canine was but he was hurt… he needed help. Even if it took some time Gav knew he couldn’t just walk away… if he did this man could very well die from infection or something… if starvation didn’t do him in first. How anyone could manage to get so thin and still be upright surprised him.

He didn’t move and, a moment later, was grateful he waited. The stranger spoke, his accent different, the word used sounded like it was strung together or a slur… it was odd but Gavroche felt like he could make out a greeting of sorts. He allowed himself to relax again, keeping his posture neutral, calm, and a small friendly smile on his face. He didn’t want this male to be afraid… he knew all too well how fear could handicap even the strongest of creatures. Sure the canine was small and furless but Gav was sure that, if he was fed right, the stranger would at least be great at running. Everyone had their strengths based on their frame… and more if they applied themselves.

The offering of the lizard surprised him. The thick accent the stranger had Gav staring at him, piecing the words he understood with the creature to figure out the last referred to the lizard. He shook his head, easing forward as he picked up the duck and set it beside the lizard and stepped back. He took a breath and sat, smiling a bit more.

“A very good lizard, thank you. But it’s okay. You keep both -- I want you to eat; you’re hungry and need it more” The little healer said, motioning to the prey. “You keep. Eat.” He wondered if using shorter sentences, highlighting the words, might help the other. With how he spoke compared to the rest of Boreas Gavroche didn’t know if he understood all the things the winged male had said or if talking so much overwhelmed him. The calico male felt his desire to help growing stronger because of how strange this other canine was… so different… just like he was. Gavroche sympathized. He canted his head to the side and whined.

“You live here? Have family?” He asked, hoping he wasn’t going to overwhelm the male by asking so much.