[The sounds of an occupied Convoy is different from the sound of a busy tribe on their home turf, but at least it's ... something. If he lets his mind wander long enough, he finds himself still listening for the occasional patrol, the murmur of familiar voices, but it's only the new. New isn't bad, it's just not what he wants.
Interrupting the quiet when Serph turns up is only a brief mutter of "Wet feathers stink" before lapsing back into something like contented silence. Serph would dry out, the smell would fade, and there's worse ways to spend an evening. It's hardly a private party, so when there's the dragging clop of a certain decaying stag, red eyes slit back open to watch but Heat doesn't bother to actually move though the immediate impulse is there to put himself between Jayce and his Leader. He had his orders, whether or not he liked them.
Jayce was not to be eaten. So be it.]
There was some drier stuff under the big rigs. Dug it out.
[Once they caught and were hot enough, the wetter stuff still burned just fine. It would never have been a problem if he still had access to his magic. What little he'd had.
It is with obvious begrudging that the next offer is made; Heat is NOT good at playing nice with people on the best of days, with people he actually liked.]
If you're hungry, there's still food. Not cooked.
[Packed up neatly so it won't rot, but maybe rotten wouldn't matter to something.. also rotten.]
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Interrupting the quiet when Serph turns up is only a brief mutter of "Wet feathers stink" before lapsing back into something like contented silence. Serph would dry out, the smell would fade, and there's worse ways to spend an evening. It's hardly a private party, so when there's the dragging clop of a certain decaying stag, red eyes slit back open to watch but Heat doesn't bother to actually move though the immediate impulse is there to put himself between Jayce and his Leader. He had his orders, whether or not he liked them.
Jayce was not to be eaten. So be it.]
There was some drier stuff under the big rigs. Dug it out.
[Once they caught and were hot enough, the wetter stuff still burned just fine. It would never have been a problem if he still had access to his magic. What little he'd had.
It is with obvious begrudging that the next offer is made; Heat is NOT good at playing nice with people on the best of days, with people he actually liked.]
If you're hungry, there's still food. Not cooked.
[Packed up neatly so it won't rot, but maybe rotten wouldn't matter to something.. also rotten.]