Sunbeam Lair baby, i do what i like

He left—abruptly and inexplicably and frustratingly—so of fucking course it would only make sense he would come back the same way.
 
He appeared, for lack of a better word, at one of the cavern’s many entrances and tunnels, something small and brown and dead hanging from his jaws. His words fell on deaf, senseless ears.
 
Daighre growled as he approached. His body moved in preparation; a single front paw half raised, and his body tensed. He could feel his tongue where it pressed tight against the backs of his teeth.
 
He watched as the corpse—a weasel—was dropped at his feet.
 
Annoyance itched. It poked and prodded at him from within. Born from a lack of understanding and nurtured by miscommunication.
 
He didn’t move to accept the gift, the offering.