yuck, muck, and bad luck

It was starting to feel a little... always the bridesmaid and never the bride... if he was being honest. His sister always managed to beat him. Still, he tugged on one of her quills in greeting, falling on his shoulder and flashing his belly as he reached up to batt at her face, jaws parted in silent challenge. If she wanted a fight, he was willing to take her on, but that wasn't why he was here, was it? So he rolled away, and found his feet.

Intense violet eyes turned on the mottled man that had summoned them, weighing him up and down. He'd been there, always, since the first breath Corsair had taken the scent was familiar... but beyond that he didn't really know this guy. He didn't blink, just waited with his jaw relaxed and tongue half hanging out in a pant to see what the man had to offer, waiting for direction, for an order.Anything to solidify the expectation.

"speech"