Hope you're okay with talk of raw meat and a bit of butchery! Nothing too graphic here though. Whoops I made this post really long lol, hope you enjoy Aero
The undead approaches without a hint of caution, carrying a hastily-tied cloth sack that smells of meat. No point hauling an entire animal back to where the werewolfish man was setting the fire. Neither really wanted to work together, Kalt preferring to hunt alone, and Aldrik not exactly thrilled to be spending time with... well, whatever this undead was. The blizzard had completely blocked off safer routes to anywhere out of the dense wooded area - it was a freak storm, this place would surely be manageable in a couple days, right? Until then, company and someone to help gather a bit of food was a nice change. Alright, maybe not "nice" in this case, but better than going hungry. Aldrik had gotten the fire going in the center of the clearing under the rocky overhang and was turning to manage the remaining stock of fire when the noise reverberated around the semi-enclosed rock walls.
THUD - crackle - hiss
Turning around and putting his ears back in annoyance, he look at the freakish undead deer-monster that had just dropped a massive elk hind leg on the fire. That's how cooking works in his mind, you put food on hot stuff and people INSIST it makes it taste better, or healthier, or some other nonsense. Kalt's an undead, not exactly someone concerned with if food is healthy or tasty, just if food is food. Slowly swinging a lanky arm down towards it while standing upright, he gestures to the cooking (read: burning) leg of meat while looking with pitch black, empty eyes at the werewolf. The implication seems to be, "I've cooked it, now what, we eat?"
Aldrik's annoyance is almost physically flooding out at this point. He carefully grabs part of the leg not scorching and begins to cut steaks from it, salvaging what he can. There's gashes and large puncture wounds through the hide, the massive fangs jutting out of the monster's cervid-like skull still caked in frozen blood from the effort of securing dinner. Trying to occupy his mind on better thoughts, Aldrik, instead of looking at the butchered meat in this chilly little cave with this grotesque creature looming nearby and the smell of burnt fur in the air, instead thinks of his kitchen. Oh, what joyous meals he could be making instead. Mountains of seasoning at his disposal! Salt, pepper, zests, oils, herbs! It's enough to make him almost start watering at the mouth while he cuts meat from bone and skewers it to roast over the fire at a more reasonable distance. Had he thought to bring a kettle or large pot into a massive snowstorm with him, he'd make a soup from the remaining meat and bones, a thought interrupted by a massive crawled hand reaching infront of him to grab one of said bones.
In exchange, Kalt offered a cooked bone from the edge of the fire that was left when the werewolf took the meat off. He knew wolves ate bone, and could smell the wolf infront of him, despite seeing what looked mostly human. Trading cooked bone for raw bone, both sat to enjoy some marrow in their own preferred temperature. The monster glanced up to watch the man, not caring to hide that he was looking right at him. He wanted to see how small human mouths broke into bone, having been a bit curious about humans and their lookalikes for a while. The wolfman, on the other hand, was more curious about if this creature even enjoyed or needed food. No sign of emotion, not caring if anything was cooked or seasoned, nothing. The thing's ribs were clearly jutting out underneath messy fur, did this thing even eat often? He was a bit more stealthy with his glances, not wanting to be rude by staring.
"Meat cooked now. Hunger." Kalt's low, growling voice spoke in broken English.
"Well then, I suppose it's time for the main course," the refined man said in response, looking over the now properly-cooked elk steaks.
