[ As he's tearing into the deer, he offers up a quick, unconcerned snort.
He pulls back to cut Vasquez a stony-eyed look, his tongue darting out to lick at the bloody mess on his lips and nose.
I know what I'm doing, muchacho.
... but there's something thoughtful about the pause that comes afterward, like Faraday is giving the suggestion its due consideration. There's good sense in the idea, but Faraday isn't about to admit that, even if he could.
Better not to let Vasquez be smug about it, and Faraday returns to his meal.
Once he's had his fill, he sits back on his hind legs, canted onto his good hip to keep weight off the healing wound. ]
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He pulls back to cut Vasquez a stony-eyed look, his tongue darting out to lick at the bloody mess on his lips and nose.
I know what I'm doing, muchacho.
... but there's something thoughtful about the pause that comes afterward, like Faraday is giving the suggestion its due consideration. There's good sense in the idea, but Faraday isn't about to admit that, even if he could.
Better not to let Vasquez be smug about it, and Faraday returns to his meal.
Once he's had his fill, he sits back on his hind legs, canted onto his good hip to keep weight off the healing wound. ]