Heard It Through The Grapevine

Magnus shrugged and laughed at her words, agreeing that they should take a moment to have a meal. It wasn't his favorite meal by any means, but he did work up quite the appetite by chasing down and killing this pig and maybe seeing its friend with a few teeth marks and missing pieces would remind the others not to stick around. One could hope, right? Magnus tore into his pig, ripping the flesh from it's bone at the tip and chowing down on the fine muscle meat of the rump roast. Raw meat was definitely better than cooked meat, although before his time in the Armada he'd never considered cooking ones meat before eating it.

As Aslatiel drug her pig over into the shade and spoke, he smiled up at her with blood staining his face and dripping from his chin. He was glad to be back too. "I'm glad to be back too. It's not as fun as it used to be running around alone all the time." His smile faded briefly but picked back up after a moment. He was also glad that she was happy to have him back, and that she wasn't upset, or butthurt, that he'd been gone on a secret mission that he wasn't aware wasn't secret.