Boreal kept a glinting weather eye on Belial as she started making her rounds among the soldiers who were friends of the Seawright family, getting distracted pats or enthusiastic scritches depending on who was getting to repair or aim various catapults. Her scaly tail sketched serpentine wags through the snow behind her as she put her broad paws up to investigate one of the mechanisms with curious sniffs before a brave soul pushed her nose away from the lever before accidental mischief could occur.
"I figured you could use reinforcements," the courier confided, dragging a discarded timber over to sit on before opening up the insulated bag. A cloud of steam wafted up, redolent of spices, vegetables, and ningo meat. He fished out one of the wax paper-wrapped hand pies and offered it to Deimos before pulling out a second for himself. "It's comin' up on lunch and my sis Mal always makes a couple extra so I snagged one for you." He looked entirely pleased at his small act of theft as he juggled his pie and blew on it to try and avoid a burn. "How're they lookin'?" A nod of his chin towards the catapults indicated what he meant, though a curious tilt of his head as he studied the siege weapons revealed his inexperience with them.
"I figured you could use reinforcements," the courier confided, dragging a discarded timber over to sit on before opening up the insulated bag. A cloud of steam wafted up, redolent of spices, vegetables, and ningo meat. He fished out one of the wax paper-wrapped hand pies and offered it to Deimos before pulling out a second for himself. "It's comin' up on lunch and my sis Mal always makes a couple extra so I snagged one for you." He looked entirely pleased at his small act of theft as he juggled his pie and blew on it to try and avoid a burn. "How're they lookin'?" A nod of his chin towards the catapults indicated what he meant, though a curious tilt of his head as he studied the siege weapons revealed his inexperience with them.
