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for a moment laurel seemed to consider his offer. "not at all." iliksis returned, showing no misgiving for offering up his meal. during this time, the wind picked up and jolted ililksis with a scent he resented ignoring. keeping his expression bland as he could, iliksis nudged it again as she accepted it, stepping obediently backwards so she could have her space. "i can get another one, or two." the dybbuk promised -- it was not an exaggeration either; he seemed particularly skilled in catching quail. that skill was because he knew at night quail roosted in vulnerable places.

while laurel took the meal, the dark shade disappeared into the woods. he came back some twenty minutes later with two - it would have been more, but the rest of the quail were well out of his reach in the tree's uppermost branches.

he hoped laurel would still be there as he returned to the clearing, and if she was there, he'd offer her the second one before walking a few feet away to eat his own.