Dawnlark Plains Textbook narcissism? Agreed.

He made the kill, picking up the kit and walking off with it. For a brief moment, Aeronwyn thought he was taking off with the prize; but no, for he wasn't running away. So she followed him, trotting to catch up, and walked near him, silver eyes glancing, on occasion, to the meal that hung from his maw. She stepped ahead and stopped once they reached the clearing, looking at him expectantly. She swore, if he somehow made off with their catch, she'd kill him.