Gyrfalcon's Keep to die a second death

ying crows of her victory upon her return — two carcasses clutched betwixt her jaws. a playful scoff leaves kun accompanied by a theatrical roll of his eyes. yeah, yeah, he blows out a breath. rub it in. kun grumbles teasingly under his breath. hmm, kun drawls in thought as she mentions that they only need to bring one back. i think we should bring two, he states, peering down at their pile himself. one might not be enough. you remember how ... charming i am with strangers? that is to say, not charming at all.

you go ahead and eat one of your kills though. he encourages; while he tucks his to the side inspecting his 'sorry i'm a standoffish jerk' bribe.