Duck Lake a queen i am, but my throne is made of burned bones

Kierkegaard takes the offering and devours it in no more than two bites and she ruffles through the feathers and rips them away, eating the remainder of the kill in just as many. She licks her chops a few times, anticipating his answer with a smirk and a short wave of her tail. It has been some time since she’d seen him, hanging around the outskirts of Seageda. She’d been fairly new to her position as Commander, struggling to keep her grip on her hold.

“Well, if you hadn’t fallen off that cliff, you might have better odds, you're lucky it was into water,” she tells him with a snort. She's quiet a moment, ears cupped forward. All this time later, she feels comfortable enough to laugh about. "The bounty's off your head, though," she adds with an exaggerated motion toward his skull.