Dragoncrest Cliffs ♫ head, shoulders, teeth & tendrils, teeth & tendrils

"you look different," she blurts inelegantly, nearly overlapping furi's spoken offering. they both must: blix feels a little taller, anyway, a little older looking, and furi isn't the same dusky child she met a few short weeks ago either. her face burns a little, recalling their original meeting (even if it'd resolved okay, she had mucked it up pretty bad). 

finally she looks down at the kill, mouth watering a little. she is hungry, she realises, and moves forward a little slowly to take the bird from furi. "chof," the ginger mumbles and tucks in. she eats for a moment and then looks up, licking blood-smeared lips: "do you want any?"