Silence, Beltane knew, often made others uncomfortable. For some reason, it felt as if the vast majority of their kind had grown to feel that silence was a heavy, hungry thing. For Beltane though, it had become a comfort. In silence, the atmosphere had an opportunity to breathe out, and to let the energies within it permeate. In silence, other voices had their chance to be heard. Perhaps that is why his silence did not disturb her, did not raise any questions besides those that pertained to his intentions, or rather the intentions of his gift. His lack of words, in any case, did not bother Beltane. She watched, and he answered his own way. She watched, and she felt the static nature of his impatience, his anticipation. See? Such things, such subtleties, could not exist so easily in a world full of nothing but noise.
He nudged the offering closer, and then he quickly moved away again. Her ears, both of them, flickered forward with curiosity. Then, with her eyes still on him, she took the rabbit's body between her teeth. With surprising grace, she quickly began to work through the tender flesh until a sharp crack of bone broke the silence of the clearing like a bolt of lightning. With a hushed apology, less words and more a...noise, she broke through the rabbit's spine with a sudden finality. Then, as Moonshade had done, she nudged the rabbit's forequarters back towards him. The entire time, her eyes had not left him. Still, she dipped her head in a momentary greeting - respect, perhaps - before she retreated back to her half of the offering.
Moonshade's presence had proven, after all, not to be so threatening. Beltane placed her caution aside, at least for the time being. She protected Wraith, the den, the others, still and yet, she allowed the male into her space at least. As she tore into the rabbit's flesh and took her fill, she allowed her eyes to fall away from him. That, in her own way, was a way of indicating her acceptance of his presence.