The beast watches you place your body before it, looking between you both as though a great trick has been played upon it. It pads forward sniffing the corpse curiously before returning to its nest with a flooph of debris under its small small girth as it returns to its bone.

You are confident it will not starve given the amount of fresh and not-so-fresh meat nearby. Whether or not it understands its orphaned status is uncertain, but for now your nonaggression seems to be mirrored.