Being poked by a pointy stick was not the greatest feeling to get after a major fall from a tree. And, with a pained groan, Aleric grabbed the offending stick and pushed it away. His head turned until his bruised and battered cheek was buried in the grass, and his eyes were directly on the stranger. 

“I… just might taste better boiled,” Aleric answered after a moment of silence. His face shone with honesty and utter seriousness; although, a pleasantly amused tone had been used. He spitted out a few blades of grass, making a subtle face at the after-taste. “I don’t have enough meat to be roasted.” He lifted a hand to gesture toward his scrawny body. “So the most you can make out of me is soup. But please do that after I’m really dead.” 

Before the stranger could answer in any way, Aleric slowly pushed himself up, slightly wincing at the sound of cracking joints. He dusted off his clothes before he approached the stranger with a smile. 

 “Ah, but you would be great as a steak flambé.” He joked; although, he has a sneaking suspicions that the person wasn’t playing around with the idea of cooking methods. Inwardly, he sighed. Hopefully, he doesn't seem too appetizing to the wolf-esque fellow. There was no telling how this wannabe cannibal might act, but there was no way he was going to back down. This could be his only chance of getting answers. 

Pleasantly smiling, Aleric extended his hand for the other to take. “Hello, my name is Aleric. Who might you be? May I ask where we are? Do you know a way out of this forest? Oh, are those ears and tail real?” After rapid-firing a mouthful of questions, his eyes finally drifted to the pair of wolf-like ears perched top of the stranger’s silvery blue head, then towards the slow-swaying tail of similar color. Without warning, he gently poked one of the fuzzy ears.