The awkward silence certainly wasn't helped by Tal holding his breath as he waited for Deimos's reply. Eventually he had to exhale and draw a new one, but all he could tell was that he'd made the General uncomfortable as he worked on freeing the shoulder joints.
Until he realized that maybe - just maybe - the General could be as socially awkward as himself sometimes with the rumbling admission.
The second breath escaped with a relieved grin and he ducked his head to hide it. Which might have been more effective if Boreal hadn't rumbled a happy croon at her companion's sudden improvement in mood, lifting her muzzle from the moose and ambling over to check on how the bear was coming along.
"Mint ice cream," he shared a little shyly, freeing another limb to go on the sled. The big bones would make for good soup stock eventually. "Or snow hare stew, dependin' on how cold it is." Looking decidedly perkier, he thought for a moment before asking: "What d'you do for fun when you aren't at the Barracks?"
Until he realized that maybe - just maybe - the General could be as socially awkward as himself sometimes with the rumbling admission.
The second breath escaped with a relieved grin and he ducked his head to hide it. Which might have been more effective if Boreal hadn't rumbled a happy croon at her companion's sudden improvement in mood, lifting her muzzle from the moose and ambling over to check on how the bear was coming along.
"Mint ice cream," he shared a little shyly, freeing another limb to go on the sled. The big bones would make for good soup stock eventually. "Or snow hare stew, dependin' on how cold it is." Looking decidedly perkier, he thought for a moment before asking: "What d'you do for fun when you aren't at the Barracks?"
