Kahmori tilts his head to the side, his tall, pointed ears perked forwards. Somewhere in the jumble of Kobold, he made out the vague mention of 'looking for food' and another 'no eat'. Their language was so difficult to understand.<br/><br/>Scratching himself behind one of his ears, he utters a deep, drawn-out sigh. The kobolds he'd seen around here had always been scavengers. They were not killers, though. Not in the traditional sense, anyways. They defended themselves a little...vigorously at times, yes - and even from a few that they had no need to do it from - but they were not malicious. At least, not in his eyes.<br/><br/>The Kitsune slings off his pack, sticks two fingers in the top..closes his eyes...and withdraws a large wooden container of something. He re-shoulders the tiny pack instantly, almost protectivly. With an expression almost bordering on exasperation, he pops the lid...and sits it down on the ground, scooting it towards the Kobold with one of his feet. A ration - a sort of nutritious gel, complete with crackers and hardbread. It was Kahmori-sized, offering someone so small more than enough (In Kobold)"Look for food? Here. Eat. Take to others." Kahmori shakes his head sadly - he really was a fool. Feeding Kobolds one of his precious few rations, and in a time of Famine, too. Yet, even so...he hated to see anything starve, or even come close. Oat crumbs just didn't seem like enough to sustain, much less sate.<br/><br/>Kahmori looks longingly at the little ration he'd offered to the Kobold. Tasted terrible, in his opinion. Not to mention, he hated crackers and bread. Meat was just about the only thing he could stomach - and it was in such a short supply nowadays...unless you were a criminal. Or had no morals. Despite the terrible taste, he'd lived off Rations forever, it seemed. When he could keep from getting sick off of them - which was only half of the time. Just the smell of the gel-like substance within made his stomach turn...but it was better than starving. Something he'd nearly experienced once.<br/><br/>"Call me a fool...but i hate to see anything go hungry. I'm going to regret giving that ration away one day. Bloody morals..." He murmurs, more to himself than Chrrou. The Kobold might not last the day, especially if one of the other predators in the town caught him. For now, though...he'd at least be full and happy.