Sleeping Dragon i will storm the gods, i will shake the universe

Storm gets to his feet, struggling on three legs but with more grave than he had when he first made the cave his home. Maybe the promise of a fresh kill is incentive enough and he's lucky to catch her shift in a good mood. Wasting a fresh meal on a captive isn't something she'd commonly do but compelled with a streak of kindness isn't exactly out of character for the dark woman. Compassion can be found, if you knew where to look.

Thuringwethil averts her gaze, giving himself a little privacy, but she listens for any particular shift that might be him trying to escape. He's yet to attempt, succumbing to his fate or building it up for later, Heda can't be sure.

His joke falls on deaf ears as he hobbles back into his prison and works to make himself comfortable. She turns to nudge the rabbit in his direction a few feet but she takes a step back and remains at the mouth of the cave. "Eat," she commands, before turning her gaze back to the outside world and giving him some sort of mock privacy so he can eat his meal without the leader staring him down.