She bows to no one.
Her dagger raises in case the lial misses the easy target torpedoing straight towards its mouth, but her concerns are unwarranted. The satisfying crunch of bone and coppery scent of blood is more than enough to let her know that the glotter has met an unfortunate end. Thal leaves Kiada to her meal, leaping across the river to retrieve her dagger from the other carcass. She grabs the handle, inspecting the blood and singed fur with disinterest. As she pulls the blade from the muscle and tissue, the burnt flesh works against her before releasing its grasp to let her rinse the metal in the river water.
When she rises again, Thal lifts the dead glotter towards the lial gorging herself. "As long as you don't mind the charr marks, you're welcome to this one as well." On closer inspection, the dagger seems to have cooked through the fur into the meat, cauterizing the blood and searing the meat, but she doesn't think the hungry Ancient will mind. If anything, it might add some extra flavor or texture.
When she rises again, Thal lifts the dead glotter towards the lial gorging herself. "As long as you don't mind the charr marks, you're welcome to this one as well." On closer inspection, the dagger seems to have cooked through the fur into the meat, cauterizing the blood and searing the meat, but she doesn't think the hungry Ancient will mind. If anything, it might add some extra flavor or texture.
Thalassa
