His red eyes move to the pupiless eyes of the much younger wolf. Age did not mean much to him still. The other was simply smaller and weaker. Singe was simply curious right now. The younger one gave him what he thought was a look of not understanding, but he found the lack of pupils...less telling. He got less information from him. It was what it was though.

The other shook his head and Singe simply copied, shaking his head as well as he read the confused face that he was rather used to seeing at times when he attempted speech. As he grew older, he realized more and more that his speech was not the best for other to recognize. He was better at it, but knew he was deficient.

The younger wolf then pushes the carass towards him and takes a few steps back. Singe sniffs at the corpse again and looks at the young one who seems to be heeding. Singe did not intend to take the corpse from the young one, but he was not opposed to taking it either. This would be food to calm down what hunger may be lingering in his belly, even if it is a little. He grunt before laying on his belly and taking the corpse between his paws.

”Will take, if give,” he says with his naturally gruff voice. His red eyes were intense as they looked from the kill to the young boy. Despite their fire, there was perhaps something lacking in them with his wide stare. It was not at all threatening right now, and his body was lacking any real tension as he began to rip into the body and feast upon it despite the small size.

He was not particularly hungry today. He does eat upon it with blood starting to smear his muzzle, but he look to the younger one with that blank stare. ”Want eat?” he asks, wondering if the puppy held the pain in the stomach that drove them all to eat at some point or another.