Okay, good. Now he was behaving. Kaito finished up the bite he was working on and ripped off a foreleg. He took it over to his human, waiting for him to grab the leg. Then he’d set off for his den. If his human followed, he didn’t particularly care.
“Oh… ah, thank… thank you.”
Hakuba took the leg, gulping hard against the turn of his stomach. He’d seen many gruesome murder scenes in his time, and always dressed his own kills while hunting, but something about the rather savage nature of the break in flesh, offered so sweetly, made him pale a little. The amount of discordance at work in his head rattled him as he tried to put every bit of information in its place.
As the lion moved, the detective followed. Stumbling at first, dizzy, then more calmly, taking the leg with him. While he didn’t want to be seen carrying the piece of bloodied animal, he didn’t exactly have anything else at hand. No weapons, no lures, no evidence that the blood that stained the mouth and fur of the lion had been animal, not human. But now he did.
But where was the lion off to now? Hakuba regretted leaving the deer behind; there was still good meat there, and it was wasteful to leave, but… but the lion was more important. The waste would just have to be taken into consideration for the future.