Let's play "Prometheus"
As Shikari approaches, something seems rather odd about the way he's walking. A slightly staggering gait, on closer inspection he favors in back left leg, with is dark with dried blood. His fur is streaked with charcoal, and he appears to be carrying something in his mouth. Spitting it out, it is revealed to be a small burnt stick, with the hot glow of embers still left in the end. His breath is ragged from inhaling smoke.
He sits for a moment to regain his composure, before asking his question, but it still comes in gasps.
"I have done...a thing. Is there something you have...done...which results from a thing not of your doing...but is to your advantadge? Are you right in claiming pride even though it has...harmed others?"
He paused briefly, batting one large paw carefully at the stick.
"And do any of you possess treeflesh so that I might feed this? It is starving."
He sits for a moment to regain his composure, before asking his question, but it still comes in gasps.
"I have done...a thing. Is there something you have...done...which results from a thing not of your doing...but is to your advantadge? Are you right in claiming pride even though it has...harmed others?"
He paused briefly, batting one large paw carefully at the stick.
"And do any of you possess treeflesh so that I might feed this? It is starving."