He should've known that Taeo was going to fall asleep. Frail, fragile thing that he was. It might've bothered S'ric if he didn't think that everyone was frail by comparison to himself. The werewolf never expected anyone that he decided to keep as his own to really be self sufficient. That wasn't the point he'd picked them up for, after all. S'ric was quite capable of taking care of himself in that particular regard - he just wanted someone to fuck. It was far easier to keep someone on hand for such a thing then it was to have to raid a village every time he was in the mood. There'd been a time in his life he'd done just that, but such actions tended to piss off the local populace and result in more people coming after him then he wanted to deal with.
People hunting S'ric wasn't a bother but he didn't want to be an pariah wherever he went. Having to slaughter villages got in the way of getting to hunt down things that were actually fun. All in all, it was a mixture of laziness and convenience.
After a deep breath, he stood, stretched his legs, then began to gather up both their clothes. He could travel like this, Taeo held to his body and the rest of it all in the other large hand, it was just incredibly awkward. It'd do, for the rest of the afternoon, though. The alternative being he woke up Taeo, waited around for the thief to figure his shit out, and then they loped around. While S'ric wasn't in a hurry, he didn't want to dally anywhere longer than necessary.
When it became too much of a pain in the ass to hold Taeo against him in such a way, he tossed the thief over his shoulder. His ass might have been decidedly exposed, but he was still draped across a warm wolf. There he remained until S'ric decided to stop for the evening, having put plenty of distance between the original town he'd collected Taeo in their new place he'd decided to stop in. Which was quite removed from people. No bed for either of them tonight.
Unceremoniously, he damn near dropped Taeo from his shoulder while dropping their things next to him. S'ric used pressure on the small man's shoulder, forcing him to sit, before pointing to the ground with a rough growl. The implication was to stay. Not necessarily sitting, but in the spot he'd dropped all their things. He loomed just a little over Taeo, to emphasize the suggestion, before he turned so he could go do some hunting. S'ric was hungry and he wasn't going to go dashing through the woods with a naked thief tossed over his shoulder. Whatever Taeo decided to do while he was gone in the slowly darkening forest, S'ric didn't really care. It wasn't like he could really run from the large werewolf, and if S'ric had to hunt him down once he was actually done hunting, he was going to be quite pissed.
Thus far, though, Taeo seemed to be quite willing to go along with whatever was done to him. Complacent and obedient, save for when his mouth opened.
Hunting was never a long endeavor for the werewolf. He picked up the scent of something, tracked it down, ran it down, and tore it apart. There was no thrill of the hunt for S'ric. Chasing down fleeting deer was as mechanical and uncomplicated as most would find ordering at a restaurant. There was no challenge, no skill, almost no thought involved at all. It was something to do because he was hungry, and it could be quickly done where they were.
He wanted something that felt fear, something that screamed, something that squirmed and pleaded, or fought back.
So while S'ric wasn't hungry when he returned to Taeo, he was still quite unsatisfied. That was why he'd been carrying the little thief all day, though. The deer was the appetizer.