“I don’t expect you to go hunting now” he commented, though she may well have indicated his own work as well. Not one to sit still when there was a job to be done, the titan made quck work of the swan, gently tipping each feather free with his fang until there was only the finer feathers that he saw no point bothering with, left.
As he placed the swan on the ground between them, he head Zee’s stomach give a soft growl. He looked to her, and offered a wry smile. “Feel free to help yourself” he suggested, nudging it closer to her as he picked up the first duck, and started the work all over again. He would certainly be glad when this was done.
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