Like a harvesting scythe his tail swung upward dropping the fruit. Of course with the sudden chill the typical crunch of red skin was more violent. The distinct taste of extra water was present as well leaving it to pour from his teeth when he took but one of many bites. As sweet as sleep he would have obtained if he could have slept longer the apple was chewed giving Delsa time to speak. Returning weary of the frost bringing cloud in the far distance he returned with his opinion." No, I don't commonly eat tree gifts. They're much to sweet to eat frequently." Truth be told to much of the sweeter fruits and he would be puking it out.

Without any indication of what he heard in comparison to what she could hear Reaver allowed the magnificent reflection of his green eyes to stare into the beyond before returning. He wasn't complete at terms with coexisting but as Delsa's produced light kept the chill from chewing at him it was easily one step closer as in the moment of eating fruit he kept quite closer to her side. Slight scrunched up Reaver had little choice but to keep his tail wrapped around his own ankle after the process of lower more apples to the place which they stood. 

In a small attempt to provide Delsa with some remote sense of beginning partnership he asked her a question which would provide some general direction." Would you prefer if we travelled south from her or should we make our way out of the islands before truly deciding which way we venture if we stay together afterwards?" With those words he shared a glance towards her eyes before performing some sort of grooming ritual before strangely shifting his claws within his mane. The routine only continued for a moment before he proceeded to stick his claws into the stone cleaning them as well due to obviously being unable to bath in the waters present since it would lower his body heat to swiftly. [@Song Book]