Noah
"Oh, Alys." Noah shook his head dramatically, his eyes widening with bright excitement. "Who needs beef when you can have luxere?" He wiggled his shoulders, which made the dead deer-like creature bounce somewhat morbidly. "I wouldn't mind sharing this with you, instead. Hector doesn't need it." And Noah didn't really need what Hector had, either. His storerooms were full and prepared -- his way of nesting. He knew he needed to keep them well stocked as the twins approached. There would be little room for hunting when he was going to be using all of his time to care for newborn children alongside his wife.
"You're welcome to come back to my place and I can show you how to process a fine, fine creature such as this." His smile was broad and his head tilted in a golden retriever like way, glacier eyes warm and sincere in his invitation. If she agreed, then Noah would begin walking towards his home where he was sure his wife was ready for company, having been confined to bed rest for so long.
