Something in her voice when she talked about the farm made him look up. He could sense there was more she didn't say, but wasn't sure how to approach the topic. Instead of dwelling on the subject he remained silent, waiting to see if she wanted to add anything. When she continued talking he he started to feed once more even though his hunger was mostly gone by now and he just fed since he had the chance to.
"I would not have gone near one either, if there had been a chance to avoid it," Cathan admitted over the carcass, blood running down his muzzle, coloring his grayish brown fur in a dark red. The mud had crumbled away during the chase through the woods, only a layer of dust and rare dirt fragments remaining. It gave him a slightly shaggy, slightly wild appearance. "I figure dog on dog fights are getting boring in the long run. Once in a while people want to bet on something else." Some dogs even had the luck to win against a bear, but he had never been one of them. Looking over to Ra, he suddenly felt like adding an explanation. "I entered some dog fights back in the day. Or was entered rather. It is not so bad when you are more clever than the average dog, but it is hard still."
And he didn't plan to enter one again when he could avoid it. There were a lot of things he planned to avoid in future and alone coming in the situation to get ordered around had lost its appeal after his first big hunt. His first success. "I never thought we could live on our own so well," he started, looking down the dead deer before him. "Somehow I imagined it to be harder."
Not the hunt, which had been hard, but to make ones own decisions. Live was easy when you didn't have to think and you just did what you have been told. It still felt strange to think of a life where he was his own master, but when he looked at the other kelvic it suddenly didn't seem all that illusory anymore. It had become seizable, a chance to be taken.
"Getting some of the meat sounds like a good idea," he agreed after shaking his head. "While I don't mind to share a meal with some crows, they tend to be greedy little bastards, the lot of them." And without knowing the animals and beast of the southern woods he wasn't sure what attention a deer carcass would draw. "A fox you can at least catch, but birds...," he sniffed with an amused grin on his face.
"If you like, I can wait while you get the blades. Or you wait and I go, I don't mind."