Heās not sure what the other eats. With a splat, the Fox drops a dead monster by their feet ā already dissolving thanks to Foxās highly acidic saliva. He nudges the corpse of the monster towards them, his snout dragging a little on the floor. Bones crack, and he morphs his monstrous maw back to his human shapes ā hiding once more beneath his beloved veil.
It shifts, and twists ā until something paints itself on the fabric.
āI gotchuā¦. Foodā¦ Yumā¦ For tum-tum.ā
The Foxās broken, damaged voice forces out ā he sits himself on the ground, excitedly waiting for the other to jump in joy and exclaim, āthank you for the food!ā He was pretty good at this, he thinks.
Only a few days of wondering in this new land passed before Vali found himself with an unwanted follower. This 'person' (was it beast or man? Vali couldn't tell in the mess of trees and broken underbrush) followed Valeriu through the forest, perhaps for the past day. He was more than a little apprehensive about being stalked from the tree line, always looking over his shoulder, keeping his hand on the hilt of his blade. A few times, Vali ran up on his presuer, causing them to dash back into the forest and out of the sight. Whatever it was, it wasn't exactly a fighter. At least not towards Vali. As night approached, and Vali went about setting up his camp, he noticed the being was nowhere to be seen, heard, or smelt. So, Vali allowed himself to relax, even if his ears and antennae were still poised to pick up on any vibration.
Vali was focused on putting together a fire pit when, seemingly out of nowhere, the vibrations of quickly approving movements through the trees caught his attention. He stood with a start, sword half way unsheathed. He jumped out of his skin when a mass dropped down before him with a wet thud -- the body of a nekker, freshly killed. Vali shrunched his nose up in disgust, the scent of bog water and blood filling his nostrils. Such a gesture could be precieved as a threat, but instead of being greeted with a declaration of war, he was greeted instead by a very insistent, very hopeful young man with a dog's face. His face slowly morphed into something more akin to a humanoid, but no matter what, the mask remained, obscuring his visage. A wild, shifting young man, with the majority of his face covered by a melding, morphing cloth -- which seemed to portray some level of emotion where expression could not.
Vali tilted his head to the side, half confused, half amused.
"Uh...thank you?" The fae knelt down slowly. He looked to the dead nekker, then to Fox. He didn't...seriously expect Vali to eat this? Raw? Wouldn't be the worst thing he ever consumed, but far from the roasted, spiced meats of his homeland. He sighed. The fae grabbed hold of the small creature's arm, twisted it until it popped from its socket, and then ripped it off. He resisted the urge to sniff it -- in fact, he held his breath as he dug his teeth into the soggy flesh.
Trying to take a small bite proved a challenge, as the skin was waxy and slimy. The texture alone forced the Dokkalfar to really wrap his jaws around the nekker's arm to rend a piece off with his sharp canines. Vali chewed the raw flesh a few times, then swallowed. Tasted better than he thought, like some kind of mix between fish and pig, but the skin was slimy, like a frog's. the texture of the meat itself was sinewy and hard to chew. The meat was just barely palatable raw, maybe it would be better when cooked?
Still, he nodded in nervous approval before collecting the rest of the nekker's broken body and dumping it by the fire pit. He would cook the rest of it. In the blink of an eye, a spark flared to life among the logs, and then roared to life as a full fledged fire. Vali set the grill down over the flame. He then began the process of tearing his meal limb from limb, into smaller pieces to be effectively cooked.
He was so focused on his preperations, that he almost forgot Fox. Almost. Hard to forget the presence of a person whose gaze bore into the back of Vali's head, all from behind a mask. Vali craned his head to look upon Fox, who looked very excited that the fae actually accepted his gift. He pat the ground beside him, kicking up some dust. Was he making a mistake by inviting some shapeshifting, feral man into his camp? Maybe. But the stranger obviously was making attempts to be Vali's friend, and he couldn't turn that down. "Come, join me. You look hungry too."
