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He'd already turned when her voice reached him, the desperation very much loud and clear. He'd pause, sighing heavily through the fur that was still clenched in his jaws. She wasn't too much older than his eldest children surely, and he knew how rough it could be out on your own. Cursing himself he'd turn around and drop his kill. "One leg." That was generous enough right? "Try not to steal anymore? Be generous, and it'll come back around to you." Being the father he was Frith couldn't help but add in his own little life lesson as she tore off one of the shoulders. He made sure to stand on one leg himself, not finding it in him to trust her completely. Fire and ice gaze never left her for a second, and he hoped she very well knew it.