Boreal tilted her wings high above and dove down to land on top of the dead ursur with a whump of impact, beginning to investigate the corpse with clear distrust in her bristled scales and rumbled growls to herself. Tal glanced over and noted the bear and then back to Deimos with a nod. "Section it up after the ice?" he called out, trusting the Warden General to understand. In Halo the rule was 'waste nothing' and bloodless meat was still meat.
He had just gone back to work when a flick of wetness hit his face and Tal let out an undignified squawk of surprise. He straightened to glare around but really, who else could it be? His face twitched comically, torn between laughter and a scowl--
And settled into a vague harrumph and a small grin as he went back to work. As much fun as it would be to fling a snowball or two, they had a job to do, and he had a cube ready to haul out and slide on its way after the General's. But he still had enough breath to drawl teasingly: "Be a shame if there weren't enough sandwiches to go around at lunch."
He had just gone back to work when a flick of wetness hit his face and Tal let out an undignified squawk of surprise. He straightened to glare around but really, who else could it be? His face twitched comically, torn between laughter and a scowl--
And settled into a vague harrumph and a small grin as he went back to work. As much fun as it would be to fling a snowball or two, they had a job to do, and he had a cube ready to haul out and slide on its way after the General's. But he still had enough breath to drawl teasingly: "Be a shame if there weren't enough sandwiches to go around at lunch."
