Yaalk'ali is content with beginning to tear at the kill while he had time. Even in the few times he had traveled alone, he had learned to eat swiftly just in case someone bigger and badder and far slower came to steal your prize for themselves.
When the frail woman arrives, he lingers pale eyes on her for a moment before he backs away, taking a chunk of meat with him as he did so. A grunt given and jut of his muzzle to signal her allowance.
"speaking common" - "speaking lanzadoii"