Shadowwyn Moor Hey, how about that!

He did have a love for game birds of all kind. Not only were they delicious, but there was a part of him that really enjoyed stealing their feathers afterwards. The long ones. Why, he recalled a moment a few months ago when he'd brought Tonravik pheasant and tickled her nose with one of their long plumes. She hadn't particularly enjoyed it. Or, at least he thought she hadn't, but it was always hard to tell with her. She wasn't the most expressive of wolves unless she was growling.

The conversation drifted to fish. Kero snorted. Of course it would be fish. The one prey animal Kero hadn't quite learned how to get his teeth around. He laughed, somewhat nervously as Luke asked about them. "I am a terrible fisher. Never really figured it out." Which meant, he didn't eat them often. "I'm sure there's a trick to it, I just never learned what that trick is. Those things are slippery."

But man... all this talk of food was really making him hungry. As if on cue, his stomach growled. His ears drooped, somewhat sullen as an uncomfortable kind of embarrassment flitted through him. "And... I think that means it's time for food. You hungry for something? Between the two of us, I'm sure we could snag a decent snack of some kind to tide us over for a bit."