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As the man spoke, Laavi swallowed and could almost feel the blood run down his throat as it soared in the man's soft flesh right in front of him. The bubbly releasing sensation, it was so fragile, and his mind twirled. It didn't help that the small pieces of dried meat he'd eaten earlier worked more as a tease rather than satisfaction. Praying on animals had been scarce too, for several reasons. Holding him back from the man though, was a rather horrid memory associated with hunger; when arriving this land, Laavi had almost died of it and vomited the first time preying on a human all those years ago. The young werewolf had never gotten used to the flesh of homo sapiens; for him the man was like a delicious cake one would expect tasting like sugar and cream, but experience foretold the disappointment of salt and bitterness. He also didn't like the smell of this one, so what the long haired Norwegian did was to draw his gaze away and step aside to walk further from town. "I'm fine, thanks. Have a good day," he replied dryly with an awkward grin and a playing nod of his head as he smoothed his way to the side with hands in pockets.