Neverwinter Forest [m] Thalassic

Seastorm shrugged, eyeing the pheasant as if she couldn't feel his eyes on her. The feathers immediately appealed to her — but his stare was unrelenting, distracting! Her lips peeled away from her teeth briefly as she contemplated biting him for it.

Easier to just answer, though; Those ones, I guess. The men here don't like it when I chew their trees. They call it disrespect, Her eyes never left the pheasant, pupils dilated as her mind raced with all the things she planned to do with it.