Dragoncrest Cliffs an overwhelming surplus of diggity

He was cleaning the rest of the meat from his chops when she began to roll, looking like some sort of bug flipped over, feathers flying. He abandoned what was left of his carcass and stared at her, his brows rising impossibly high. Finally, he snorted, a soft burst of laughter exiting his nostrils before he spoke.

What are you doing? he asked, chuckling. You tryna make yourself a new pelt or something? Her pelt was interesting enough as it was--patches of gray and black--but now it just seemed like she was wanting some extra flair for it. You do you, I guess?