the potential of you and me

Corvus was far more interested in whatever Twig had planned for them than he was in his victory in their race. He had no doubt there would be more races between them in the future, some that he might win while some she surely would outrun him in. But then again.. he had been training more than usual in preparation for their raid they'd hopefully get over with soon. Either way it wasn't time to think about any of that, but instead to focus on Twig and what she'd prepared for them.

As he gazed upon the feast, confessing that she was amazing - and noting that somehow his words didn't quite fully encompass what he was feeling - she retorted that he was amazing. He felt his heart beginning to beat a bit harder in his chest, and not from physical exertion this time. He merely grinned at her words, trying to focus on food instead of the thoughts suddenly whirling inside his head. Why was she being so sweet to him? No, she was always sweet to him, she had been since the day they'd first spoken properly, but she was being extra nice to him today and he decided he quite liked it.

"It's great," he answered between bites, tearing another strip of tender meat off and lapping his lips clean. He was glad to be leaning against her, scooting a bit closer as she spoke. Something about her voice and her touch, especially in unison, was deeply comforting to him. It almost made laying and resting with her sound as appealing as finishing this meal... he willed himself to eat some more, begrudgingly leaning away from her for a moment. "You'll have to show me some time," he offered, trying to sound conversation, though suddenly he felt his words held more weight in what he was implying. He wasn't even sure what that was, though. He liked Twig... a lot.. and he wanted to keep spending time with her.