As he comes to the place where he left the beast Kir-Kon slows to a stop, hesitating only a few seconds before walking out into the actual clearing. It is small, and shady, so he takes a few seconds to look around before slouching slightly and kicking the ground. [i]'Looks like it's gone, not that it had a need to stay or anything, but I thought it might be different from other animals. I guess I was just hoping. I really should stop doing that, it only leads me to disa-'[/i] His thoughts come to a screeching halt when his survival instincts kick I and he freezes at a new sound. Slowly his head rotates to locate the sound and it isn't until the dark beast steps into sight that the youth relaxes, a gentle look coming to his face.

“There you are. I thought you'd gone. Not that I'd blame you, that was one hell of a reception you got.” He closes his eyes, letting those tendrils “look” him over without having to worry about one poking him in the eye or anything. Once they draw back he watches with a soft look as the beast flops down like a big dog and the image pulls a small smile to his lips. “Once you decided I'm okay you gave up being vigilant around me huh? I guess I am unassuming and pathetic, so that makes sense. . . “ His voice trails off at the sound of the whine and it takes him a minute to do anything. He's spent a lot of time around animals, watching how they interact with one another and in truth understand them better than people.

So at the “Call”, the small sound that he recognizes as a “come hither” noise, Kir-Kon is unsure what to make of it. “That sounded like a mama calling to her cubs, though I can see now you are most definitely a boy. Am I your pet now or something? That's not a bad thing I suppose, but it is odd of a wild animal. Maybe I was right about you. Maybe. . .you're different. . . .” Finally responding to the noise Kir-Kon carefully makes his way over to the creature, turning and taking a seat in between it's outstretched legs. He's not quite confident enough yet to actually press up against the beast so he settles best he can without touching that slick furry underbelly.

Turning his focus on to his lunch to help him stay calm he pulls the drawstring and looks inside. He smiles again lightly at the sight of a decent portion of meat. “If those teeth are any indicator, you eat meat, so this is good. I can share.” Pulling out the entire lunch he lays the sack flat like a very small picnic blanket and sets out the meager meal. Despite being smallish the food is a good quality, the bread fresh, the cheese firm, the meat not overcooked, and as he cracks open the small jug of what must be his drink the tangy smell of fresh fruit wafts through the air.

“At least they feed me eh?” he asks the creature, looking at it with the same faint smile. He seems to grow more and more comfortable as he slowly sets in on the bead and cheese, tearing the hunk of meat in half and holding out half to the beast. He doesn't look at the large creature, simply continues to eat while waving the meat gently. He knows it would be better to lay it on the ground but as he wants to test a theory about how much the beast trusts him he keeps it in his hand. The slab of meat is about the same size and as he begins gnawing on the other half he hums softly, letting his mind wander to keep himself calm. [i]'Animals can tell when you're tense and that can make them tense, so if I wanna keep my hand I should at least do a little something to keep the peace'[/i]