【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第一章 原文(3)

“Go ahead,” said George, stepping lightly back from his handiwork. “It’s a gift.”
The stag approached, sniffing curiously at the cluster of fruit before turning to George.
He rolled his eyes. “I’m not trying to poison you. It’s safe.”
The stag blinked. George blinked back.
“Oh, gods,” George groaned. “The first real conversation I have in years and it’s with an animal that thinks I’m trying to kill it.” He sighed as he settled back against the ground he’d been sleeping on. “I’m a different sort, you know. I’m not like the rest of them.” His mouth twisted with derision. “Sometimes I wonder, too, why so many of us are made for cruelty. Blood god, storm god, god of death, god of war, god of the hunt, what have you. So I can understand your hesitation. You’re not used to kindness without strings attached, are you?”