Leave. That was what his mind was telling him. But somehow, he was still there and closing the gap between them until he was within a good distance to be able to converse with the other. By now, the male had gathered wood before him and was in the process of lighting it. Despite the fact that he was preoccupied, he still managed to take the time to greet the boy with a wave of his own. All signs clearly said he was harmless but Sas couldn't shake the nervousness he felt; like always, it would take some time for that to fade. He glanced behind him to make sure Blitzen was alright before returning his ruby eyes to the other once his voice grabbed the young Ulrich's attention. Quietly, Sas looked down at his feet as he clawed the grass with his toes and debated whether he would sit or not. His habit was itching to show, his tongue wanting to stick out so he could blow raspberries but instead, he chose to keep quiet.
After about a minute, he decided he would like to rest and so he sat Indian style in front of the fire which then caused Blitzen to sit next to him. Sas placed his hand on the side of his friend, offering him a friendly touch before placing his hands in his lap. He continued to eye the stranger then and when asked about meat, he gave a quick glance to Blitzen before returning to the scared Inferni. Instead of digging into his bag to answer, Sascha simply shook his head no and as soon as he had done so, he was startled by the sound of a female's voice. His shoulders jumped a little as the feeling of wanting to hide grew even more. His head turned to see the owner of the voice- a female who had what the man asked for. Red eyes flickered from the carcass to the female who had now stated that she recognized none of them.
Sascha took this time to dig out his booklet and pen while the female went on to cut off the hooves. They could have whatever they wanted when she was done and Sas believed he was hungry enough to have a bite. With the writing pad in his lap, he scribbled down what he wished to say. Sascha. Blitzen. He then raised the pad and turned it to them so they could read, hoping they were able to. He then, after making sure they had seen what he had written, pointed to himself then Blitzen in the order of what was on the paper. He noticed how tense Blitzen seemed with the dead goat there so Sascha continued to pet him in hopes that it would calm him down a little, even though Sascha also needed to relax some.
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