Breakfast in Bed
11-13-2020, 04:05 PM
The way Fel positioned herself when he approached did not go unnoticed by the larger male, though he gave no indication that he'd taken note of it. It was a defensive maneuver, one he himself had often utilized, and it meant that she did not trust him either. Good; that meant they were on the same level. It also meant that Fel probably wasn't planning any sort of attack or ambush on the pair. If she had been, he doubted she'd be quite so wary, as the obsidian lady had carried herself with such cool and refined confidence. Usually a wolf with an ace up their sleeve was not preparing to flee at a moment's notice. Oddly enough, it actually helped keep Azriel relaxed around her knowing she could at least be trusted to not do any harm to them. He wouldn't say he trusted the dark temptress for a second, but he didn't see her as the potential threat he had last time. He cast a brief glance of steel grey eyes to the black cat that acted as her second pair of eyes with a smirk and a nod in greeting. He had to admit, it must be handy having a lookout with you wherever you went. Perhaps he'd have to consider the idea someday.
It was his turn to chuckle now when Fel made a show of her flattery for Sibyl's affections. The two of them were going to get along extremely well, he was already sure of it. Her statement of reassurance that Sibyl would get plenty of her perked up the brute's ears. So she was planning on spending a good amount of time with them. An excitement stirred inside the wolf at the notion of their game continuing where they'd left off. Of course, Sibyl had far more "full contact" games she'd no doubt want to play, and as he watched Fel's lithe body work and move to slip her pack off of her, Azriel couldn't fault her for her desires either. Curious eyes watched while Fel unpacked her gifts, watching as she continued to produce item after item from the bag with intrigue and surprise. Salted and dried meats, a bottle of something that looked very enticing, and a bar of soap for Sibyl. While his smaller companion inspected the soap, Azriel was far more interested in her other presents. Unless Fel was some sort of secret extreme survivalist, Azriel highly doubted she had acquired all of this on her own. That meant only one of two things: she had either stolen them, or she had free access to them, meaning she did indeed belong to a pack and was someone of enough renown to get her paws on them. Either possibility piqued his interest, and he filed the questions away for later. Right now, it had been too long since he'd seen her, and he didn't want their pleasant reunion to devolve into an interrogation.
"Well now, isn't this quite a spread! Sib is right; this is much too generous." Azriel grinned back when her piercing red eyes met his again, casting his gaze down to the food again. "Thank you for breakfast, Fel. I can't imagine it was easy to get your paws on all of this." Steel eyes moved up to hers once more as he spoke his last sentence, watching for a reaction. Yes, he was subtly probing to find his answers still. It was who he was. Information was a valuable commodity to the dark brute. It could be used as currency, as a guide, or in more entertaining manners, as a weapon. Following Sibyl's lead, Azriel separated one of the rabbits and tore into its supple meat, sharp fangs ripping through muscle and sinew with ease as he sated his hunger. Had this been a few days ago, Azriel might have been convinced the food was poisoned. Now, that concern seemed like a distant afterthought. If Fel truly wanted him dead, she'd had plenty of better opportunities to do it by now. Poison seemed like such a colorless way for the gilded phantom of a fae to kill him."What's in here?" he asked, rapping his claws against the flask of mead with a light clinking, a wry smirk on his lips as he added, "Something strong, I hope."
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