Blackbeak Bluff My mercury's in retrograde

She finally partakes in the gull's flesh, offering to share, and he nods before tucking in alongside her. There is not much to it but it is of decent fat and size. Étoille is careful to leave most of it to her. He is not in danger from the coming months of winter - Drageda is robust and healthy and he has weight on his bones to carry him through. The woman, though, seems to be in a much more precarious situation. Or perhaps not - it is hard to assume.

Once the carcass is stripped he sits back, running his tongue along bloody lips. "I am Étoille," the Rauna introduces, and dips his head. "What is your name?" He asks, curiousity blatant in his tone.