// go get your gun, get your gun //
She can flash her teeth all she wants — because the fyrhund is so far focused on devouring the bits and pieces of the ramphires hind end that he cares little for what the tigress thinks. But they fall into lockstep on devouring the beast, tearing flesh away from flesh and cracking bones to gnaw the marrow out of, ripping through tendons and leaving feathers all strewn about and a mess amongst themselves.
And while Isla can go and clean herself off, Astaroth cleans what he can before dipping into the ocean that creeps up with the tide, riding himself of the blood as best he can, before returning toward the medic, shifting back into himself sat comfortably beside her as he works to fix up any rustled clothes. “As do you. Quite a hunt we had, mm?” He says, flashing her another too sharp grin, but the comfort in his dark gaze suggests he’s quite satisfied. And if he’d had his tiger shift back, she’d likely equate him to a lazy house cat all the same.
And while Isla can go and clean herself off, Astaroth cleans what he can before dipping into the ocean that creeps up with the tide, riding himself of the blood as best he can, before returning toward the medic, shifting back into himself sat comfortably beside her as he works to fix up any rustled clothes. “As do you. Quite a hunt we had, mm?” He says, flashing her another too sharp grin, but the comfort in his dark gaze suggests he’s quite satisfied. And if he’d had his tiger shift back, she’d likely equate him to a lazy house cat all the same.
Astaroth
// and lets find out what it does //
