ardent

mary ate a little lamb

Lachlan!



Tyrian

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
457
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
564
player
Lazuli

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1KTreat 2019
01-18-2021, 08:26 PM
"All this for me." At this Tyrian hummed his approval but said nothing. So far it seemed like he had chosen well. He was finding that he enjoyed Lachlan's speechlessness almost as much as he enjoyed his blushes. Almost. He was going to have to go digging for more of those later. For now he was satisfied with what he was getting. Lachlan's reaction was just what he'd been hoping for and proof Tyrian had the right idea.

He watched as Lachlan sampled the bear. It was an unusual meat. In his experience most carnivores went for herbivores and tended to leave other predators alone. He was of a similar mind but willing to make exceptions in some cases. This bear, for example, had been a nuisance in life. Sure the occasional predator sniffed around and got chased off, but this one had been a repeat offender. It would not be dissuaded so it had to be dealt with and as it lay there in the snow a big promising mound of fur, fat and meat, Tyrian had decided that wasting it would be a shame. Now he was doubly glad he had. "Not bad, eh? If I'd known bear was that good I'd have added it to the menu sooner."

After a beat Tyrian dug in as well. He started with the lamb as there was a lot of it. The others, while there was enough to split, might be novel if wherever he was from didn't dabble in preserving meats and Tyrian wished to give Lachlan opportunity to sample and eat as much as he wanted of whatever he ended up liking. The young King could have as much of any of this as he wanted later. Right now was about Lachlan.

There was a single solitary clop of a hoof against wood and enough of a pause for Tyrian to believe that was going to be all, and then he heard the second one strike and knew the babe had simply balanced itself against the door. Which meant...

"Meeeeh..." came the most pitiful muffled bleat through the gap in the door. Without even looking Tyrian knew what scene was playing out behind them. This was not his first rodeo. The lamb was no doubt glued to the gap alternating between pressing his lips to the space so the sound carried better and then peeking through to make sure his cries had been heard. Tyrian pursed his lips, sighed, and then rolled his head over to look at Lachlan. "He was so quiet when I was setting up I forgot he was here," he said apologetically.
Tyrian has a saber-toothed snow leopard companion named Zahir, a black-footed gray langur named Tashi and a striped skunk companion he insists on calling Righty even though her name is Daisy. Assume all are nearby if not mentioned.