The Sunspire flesh and bone

"that's correct," the bounty hunter replies, attempting to subtly stretch beneath the pleasingly warm rays of the sun. it feels good and helps to ease some of the dull ache. the last thing splitskull wants is for the wolves of the sunspire to think that a few aches and pains — something all of the youngin's would experience someday when they got to become his age — would make him a dead weight. splitskull had no intentions of being dead weight to them. an introduction followed splitskull's confirmation. the young man before him was rannoch, then. "a pleasure to finally meet you." the grizzly man spoke with a secondary dip of his crown.

"thank you." the gesture comes as bit of a surprise. he's not used to it ...and admittedly, never was that ...gentlemanly towards his own subordinates. but alas, hextooth spires was a different beast altogether. as rannoch cleans off his portion, splitskull moves down from his reclining rock, paws touching solid earth once more and when the goose is offered to him he takes it with another gruff 'thank you' and begins to clean it off, plucking the feathers methodically to expose the flesh and meat beneath.

"what would you like to know?" splitskull invites in-between mouthfuls of feathers.