Kieren frowns, hovering on the spot as he watches — trying to work out what the other man means to do. He's kneeling down at the deer, lowering his head to it and— Kieren snaps back, visibly startled. And he knows he has absolutely no leg to stand on, considering what he'd been found doing but:

What the fuck is he seeing here, exactly?

He spits it out. Too dead for him, and Kieren's just staring, eyes wide in disbelief. No. No way.

"Sorry—" he flusters, still trying to comprehend it. "I'm just— what are you, exactly?"