Blake's head perked up, pleasantly surprised by this show of generosity from the werewolf. Jon had no obligations to him, after all. The Mightyena was never one to expect charity, and as such he never asked for it. But its rare occasions were not unappreciated.

"Yes, I am." He swallowed the mouthful already between his teeth, and padded over to the dismembered leg, sitting down in front of it.

"I would not hold you to such obligation, but I do thank you," he said, before tearing into the flesh.