Cedar's stomach rumbled furiously at him.  He actually felt rather drained, from not eating much of anything over the past week. In all honesty, the smell of blood and intrails was actually welcome, in terms of appetite-- not so much in terms of the instinctual impulses it was causing to throb in the back of his head.  He was finding it very difficult to avoid just straight up stealing one of the bins the man had there, and running off with it.

"[color=7bcdc8]heh--- Ya could says I is-[/color]-" he mused, trying to diffuse his internal tensions with light humor. "[color=7bcdc8]--Big AN' Hungry. Long walk from Rascade ya know. --Whatcha got for sale tuday?[/color]"

His stomach made a loud gurgle, and he was glad to be leaning on his walking stick.

"[color=7bcdc8]Dun suppose ya gots an 'all yer can eats' special tuday does ya?[/color]"