Dragoncrest Cliffs There's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home

It was incredible for him to watch Chacal's skill at work. First, to catch the birds at all, and then to deftly pluck the feathers from it like it was nothing at all. Soon there was a swirling pile of feathers on the ground and she was hoisting a mostly naked bird up. Sobo assumed she would leave then. It wasn't like he had said anything at all the entire time on account of his nerves-tied tongue and he reckoned it must be getting pretty awkward.

Chacal proved more interesting still. Sobo instinctively flinched when she swung the bird in his direction before realizing she was only dangling it out for him to grab. He fidgeted for a second, torn between engaging because she obviously wanted him to and feeling like she was only doing it out of a sense of obligation to the little brother who couldn't take a hint and piss off already.

The former won out largely on account of his recent feelings of isolation. Sobo lurched for the bird and grabbed it with cautious jaws. Then he splayed his feet out and bit down hard before giving it a shake he hoped would wrest it from her jaws.