[Gallagher]

He sat up on his hind legs, limbs pulled close to his torso, and watched the human-male closely, his head turning this way and that. It may not have had any purpose, but it was the only human that hadn't chased him off before he could say a word.

When the human-male eased off of its defenses, so did he, only then allowing his attention to turn to the hanging body, then back again. "Friends are not meat. What beast does not matter. Humans gather past the trees, where human-young looks."