Ouroboros Spine cedarwood

chickadee had put on quite a spread. he pretends to study it with a critical eye, swiping a small slug to taste test. in truth, he had no idea how to put out such a showy spread such as this, utterly lacked her eye for decoration. he was the hunter and what she was able to cook up with what he brought home was always a surprise he looked forward to.

looks great, he tells her earnestly, with a soft kiss to her cheek; before he slips away to bring to their table what he'd been able to hunt down. he brought two fat quails 'round and laid them down, grinning sheepishly as he slinks away to let her arrange them how she'd like them.

he comes back with a small nest of quail eggs last, sitting that down in the bed of greens, hoping he hadn't ruined her presentation.

it's not much, he's a bit chagrined. he was first hunter after all! but it was a good spread for what he could do with the time frame he'd been given.

it hides the fact that he is nervous behind his easy grin, generally unsure of how galana would take the news. she was his sister, yes, but she had grown up without him and she was far from the small cub he'd tried his best ( and failed ) to protect even after their mother had left ( again ). she was a woman grown now!