Veteran's Plateau Altar

Malachai was having a bad time. His recently shortened tail was still sore, bandaged regularly and no doubt he'd need to sit through another bandage changing when he got back but Malachai refused to let himself be talked out of going with Grim when he went off to visit one of these altars. Honestly, he didn't much get it, but the man was feeling particularly insecure right now. He'd shown up to the raid with every intention of helping to boost himself in the Armada, done is best to defend his new home and even take back a prize and all he had to show for it was a stumpier tail and a bruised ego... More than ever Malachai feared he was going to lose Grimshaw, that he was going to be proven to just not be good enough for the man and so he was maybe a bit clingier than usual, so even though he thought the whole thing was silly... Well, Malachai was coming along.

He trekked after Grimshaw in grumpy silence, keeping his head down as they arrived at the surprisingly bustling altar and Malachai huffed, rolling his eyes. He waited his turn and when the tabby cat, who was frankly asking for Malachai to grab them by the tail and throw them, ordered him forward Malachai did so, gracelessly dropping his item at the stone feet. A taxidermied bat, where it had come from Malachai wasn't even sure, he'd just found it while going through the bar store room one day and just hadn't figured out what to do with it, this seemed as good as any. He snorted and then turned, quickly making his way after his boyfriend, eager to catch up.

"Malachai Cain Klein"