Firefly Glen Malkavian

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In his peripheral vision, he caught sight of the turqoise-eyed female as she paused moentarily, before she began to move in his direction as well, and he took that as an indication that she wasn't simply going somewhere- but that she wanted to see him. To be honest, he wasn't in the mood- he didn't really want to talk much, and he knew that between the two of them...He would likely be the one who would have to do the most talking. Unless, of course, there was a chance that he wouldn't need to talk at all.

He paused to consider that possibility- that maybe, he could share a bit of a respite with her, and not need to explain himself or tell her what was going on, simply because she couldn't really ask him question after question and pry into his personal life.

She tossed her kill toward him, and he sighed softly as she pused it toward his feet. Any apetite he'd had had disappeared, but he still appreciated that one of the pack's new recruits, which he had vouched for, was doing a good job of hunting. “Thanks, but I'm not hungry right now. We can store it somewhere, if you'd like?” He asked. So much for not talking.