Boa just finished stripping the last piece of meat off the bones of the buck. Sliding his carving knife back into the bowl of hot water, he dipped his hand into the bowl and splashed some of the bloody water onto both his hands as he washed the blood off. Picking up a plate about as big as a large serving platter, all the meat was heaped up in a huge pile, weighing anywhere from fifty to sixty pounds. He had been surprised by how much meat he had been able to carve off of the buck. The muscles in his chest and arms clashed together as he picked up the platter of meat.<br/><br/>Stepping out of his slaughter house as he called it, Boa crunched his way through the snow to the cabin. Very aware of the fact that the whole time he had been up that morning, there had been other presences other than his own. Pushing his door open, he used his foot to kick it closed. Walking over to the kitchen counter, it took only a glance for him to notice the crooked and scraggly letters from Rogue's writing. He slid the platter onto the counter before picking up the note between his pointer and thumb fingers of his right hand. For the first time in a while, Boa could feel a small smile curl up the corners of his mouth. Setting the note down and looking towards his room, a small thud could be heard as he kicked off his boots.<br/><br/>Clearing his throat a bit as he went over to the doorframe of his bedroom, he leaned on the frame, watching the young man sleep in the corner. A frown creased his handsome features and Boa pushed off the frame to stand, closing the distance between the two of them quickly. Bending down to squat next to him, there was nothing to stop him from reaching out and lightly brushing a stray strand of the man's hair away from his face, almost in a very caring manner. "Boa. My name's Boa. And you should really learn that sleeping in my bed is going to be much more comfortable for you," he said as quietly as possible.<br/><br/>Scooping up the man in his arms and letting his bodyweight lean into his chest, Boa once again set the man down on his bed. Tenderly re-wrapping the wounds that had been re-opened by Rogue's movement. It would be nice to know the boy's name but Boa understood if it would take a while for him to be able to remember. "Well we'll have to be picking a more suitable name for you anyway. Though a warning ahead of time, i'm no good with names," Boa said quietly, almost as if he was talking to Rogue, even though the man was asleep. Finishing up tending to the wounds again, he stood and left his room to put the meat up before it spoiled.<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>It only took Boa a few minutes to finish preparing the meat before putting it in the freezer for later use. Though he did take some of the meat and cook it over the fire, seasoning it and flipping it over as he walked from the fire back to the meat he was storing. Once the food was done cooking, Boa slid it onto some plates and set them down on a small table in the kitchen area. There were a couple vegetables on the plate along with the meat, such as carrots, broccoli, and a good size pile of mashed potatoes.<br/><br/>"Hey Rogue. You hungry? I made lunch," Boa asked as he approached his bed. Taking a seat in the chair beside his bed, he watched Rogue, not being able to help but stare at the man. Suddenly he caught himself thinking thoughts that never in a lifetime he thought he would think.<span style="font-style: italic">I wonder who would hurt such an innocent, kind looking man like him? Does he have a mate somewhere?</span>Boa found himself tensing at the thought of him having a mate. And what was this other feeling? Jealousy?<br/><br/>Shaking his head to clear it, Boa stood up quickly and cleared his throat. Waiting for Rogue to make a movement.