Ricky looked at her and pulled the meat back. Breaking off a piece and laying it in his hand. Letting the fox cub eat that piece before he did it again. Looking at him curiously as she talked to him. She spoke and he nodded his head. More than she could ever know. The older him had spent most of his life all alone. It would be hard to explain to her. He didn't know her well enough to tell her. Even if he did would she even believe him? Not likely as it was hard for him to believe it. Let alone someone else believing it. He began feeding another piece to the cub. Then she spoke to him again and his stomach growled at her comment. When was the last time he had eaten? He could recall for sure and nodded his head. He was starving. He sighed a bit. "No. No I haven't. I'm really, really hungry Cerise." His annoying, to him, seven year olds adorable voice said. He looked down and fed the last bite to the cub as he had kept feeding him without stopping. He reached out and tenatively stroked the fox cub behind the ears. Trying to show the fox cub that they were friends. He smiled a bit more. It felt nice having a friend after all these years.