Firefly Glen chef's out, kick it in

Markus has a rabbit and will fight a bitch.

He was pretty much proud of himself. He'd gotten up that afternoon - late but what can you do? - and he'd tasked himself with doing something important. He was on the borders of Neverwinter frequently but with the return of that dark female, he didn't think that was enough. He had to step up. He'd thought about asking Mal how he felt about Ambassadors and whether he'd want one. Markus thought he'd be good enough for that. It took a lot of work, which sucked, as well as a lot of socializing...he wasn't too bothered by that when the weather was right. Mostly it was the fact that Markus did not possess the energy for a quick fuse and he preferred to look and listen rather than start in with the teeth and snarling. He had the temperament for the work...even if that were only true because of his apathy.

As it were, that was a discussion for later. For now, he had scored. Now, he had set out to find the pack some food and he had done that. He wasn't just pretty much proud of himself, really, he was damn proud. From his jaws, swinging with its fur almost totally white, was a rabbit. It wasn't even too scrawny, either. He'd come back to the exact place he and Mal had unearthed the first rabbit and while he did not know if this was a relative or not, he'd actually found a second. Unlikely? Yes. Reality? Damn straight.

So he headed home, head higher than normal, a bit of a grin around the burden in his maw and while he was much, much hungrier than the time he'd caught the rabbit with Mal - he would have rather died than eaten the kill between his teeth.