10-01-2018, 10:37 PM
[glow=black,1,400]A BEATING HEART OF STONE, YOU GOTTA BE SO COLD TO MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD — [abbr=tags]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
Quill never seemed to be far from Valkyr nowadays, the two of them brushing against one another's flanks yet the direhound still had mixed feelings about the former slave. Sometimes, he would look to the other and feel an ache at his chest where the scar was though he ignored it for the most part since he thought nothing of it. The smell of charcoal was enough to bring the striped hound forward with both his ears perked forward at the sound of the bonfire crackling into the silent night. His mixed gaze immediately locked onto his co-leader, the temporary leader never felt this kind of power before and it was certainly overwhelming yet the young man decided not to overthink any of it for his own good. He took note of the carcasses of prey animals and how Valkyr was holding onto a jar for some odd reason, the jar itself made him wary even if he didn't have a clue as to why he felt that way. He breathed out into the cool desert night not uttering much of a word from his jaws, he would take a grip onto one of the hares not taking much of a moment to savor it as he swallowed it whole soon finding a place next to Valkyr only to speak with a slow nod "That would be a good idea, maybe we can return the favor by raiding them. Kick their asses and shit. I'd take a small patrol but I'm not sure yet. . ." He blinked adding in a quieter voice as his tail thumped against the ground with a shake of his head "I'm still all so new to this," This was spoken so quietly that only the sha creature would only hear. He would spread his legs out until he was laying on his belly staring at the bonfire as its flames danced.