Barrow Fields what do you see before you blink?

"Came to scavenge," he corrected with a huff, tossing her a rather haughty side-eye as he turned his muzzle away from her in childish expression - I'm too mad to love you right now. "Getting slow?" the gold vandal sneered, feeling an alarm trill through him as the words jumped forward before he could think. He didn't look at her - for obvious reasons - but he was aware suddenly that when there was a source of pent-up aggression in him, like liquid courage, it made him reckless and numb to the prospect of "consequences".