Sheepeater Cliff disco party

Ugh, I feel bad for holding this up! Going to fade out here since Tulind is no longer active.

Viggo wondered if she had caught his drift, but if she had, she kept it well-hidden. But it was her second statement that gave him a moment to reconsider. Her choice of words were... interesting, to say the least, and he thought that perhaps she had known what he was talking about all the while. And though his loyalty was devoted to Ptarmigan, his loins were devoted to none. “Having had both,” he replied, “I find that the tastes vary vastly per individual.” It was not usually the species that mattered at all.

At the sound of Ptarmigan's summoning howl, Viggo's ears pulled back to listen. Knowing that he did not want to keep her waiting, he bowed out as seamlessly as possible. “Until we meet again,” he said, tipping his head in her direction before turning back toward Ptarmigan's call.