i scream for you

Osprey repeated his communicated question, reading it from his body language, and then promptly rolled her eyes at him. Crete leveled a playfully stern look at her, eyes sly as his tail flicked against his haunches, his lips tugging upwards coyly. Yes, did you slay it. He gave her a confirmed look though he was well aware that it was not needed. He simply felt like poking at Osprey for the fun of it. As it was, she could have very well slain it because it was an imaginary game - had always been imaginary until they went after actual lizards - which if Crete remembered correctly did not taste all that great. Crete would have, uncharacteristically boasted of slaying it simply because he was rather competitive when he wanted to be. Osprey followed up with an ‘of course not’ that rode a huff that spilled from her parted lips. Oh c‘mon, Crete huffed his own and grinned mischievously at Osprey, flashing his teeth. I‘m sure you could have thought of something Osprey. It was a given that their family was very creative in the imagination department, if this was not evidence enough.

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