By the time the two spectators arrive all that's worthy of note that remains of the boar is it's head, which is still being firmly held onto by his huge claws. He breathes loudly as he calms down from his frenzied consumption of the creature. Genrit releases the head, strings of congealed blood sticking to each claw as he does so. A satisfied growl accompanies a swipe at the flesh in front of him, tearing away fat and sinew to reveal the bone underneath. Now this is a skull actually worth taking back to his cave. He'll need to be a bit more precise in order to tear away the skin without getting carried away and just crushing the thing. His long white tongue slips out of his mouth and licks along one side of his maw, wiping up some of the dripping blood.

It's in this moment that he senses something nearby. A jingling sound and a source of magic other than his own. He visibly stills, trying to determine what that something is. His head slowly turns, neck curving to look behind him as he manages to gradually pinpoint where it's coming from. A lone human. His pale eyes stare over at her and a deep growl slips through his teeth. His body steadily turns to face her. She's been gawking at him instead of just going her own way, so she must have something to say.

He says nothing, waiting for her to either state her business or leave.