Blackfeather Woods we are animal hungry down to our delicate bones

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the look that the shadow gives him causes a bubble of laughter to rise up his chest but for the sake of not invoking her annoyance further wintersbane does not allow it to escape him, no matter how desperately he wants it to. he settles for a silent snicker and an affectionate roll of his eyes instead as she gives a tired sigh. the tundrian adores her but he'll always be more inclined to cater to his vanity over anything else. and her teeth are sharp besides that. it's not the end of the world varjostaja. he assures her teasingly as he watches her take her frustrations out on a twig. better the twig than his ear, he can't help but think. wintersbane feels fairly confident she'll get over it. y'know....eventually. he stretches from his position on the ground, ears tapering back to his skull as he savors the feeling. are you hungry? he asks her, though he no longer expects a verbal answer from her. wether she can talk and chooses not to or cannot talk at all he has yet to learn. perhaps, he thinks, he never will; and that's ok. we could hunt something, if you are. he was hungry, at least and he thinks he's going to hunt anyway as he stands with a secondary stretch whether she joins him or not.

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