Wapun Meadow blood axe

a butt load of flowers.

tvar very visibly rolls his eyes at this. flowers! a scoff, a silencing glare, and he watches the rex's display of youthful arrogance and only laughs in response. moving brusquely to jab the man in the ribs with his elbow before ancelin could do much in the way of escape.

forget it. he drones, specifically about the flowers. no flowers. adamant!

but he relents nonetheless, nodding at the man's words, beginning to turn on large black paws. safe hunting, rex. he says with a smile, before departing swiftly to join his wife's side again.