ask and you shall receive

She seemed startled out of a reverie. Lost in the action of pulling the feathers out. Without her speech she had to have an active mind. Something in there that sparked more life than just her past use. Ultyr mused to himself what kind of things his father would have even let her do. He had been a strict king, and even stricter parent. Teaching him how to fight, how to get what he wanted, how to finagle others to his cause and of course, showed Ultyr how to celebrate their victories at a young age.

He pulled a stripped bone from his teeth as his eyes never left her. He set it aside on the pile he had made between them. She seems to have eaten her fill and bowed offering the rest of the chicken to him. No, this will not do. She needs to eat more to gain her proper strength and intelligence. But she had been fed on the barest of scraps for nigh a year. She was falling back on her training.

He said nothing and left the carcass where she put it. Narrowing his eyes as she got up and decided to start on the task he suggested.

But her tiny frame wouldn’t reach. With grunt he got up. “Which ones.” He growled, making his distaste at helping her like this clear.

He brought down the materials she marked and held them aloft over her head.
“You will eat another mouthful.” He said and nodded to the carcass she left him. He wouldn’t push her to eat the whole thing, but something to stretch her stomach just a little.

“I am not my father. I am a benevolent god and I said eat your fill.” He rumbled before bringing down the materials she silently requested.

He returned to his hen, bones and feathers in disarray. Might make an interesting decoration if he was more of a savage barbarian like the judila pack. He missed the metal workers of the northern kingdoms. He would have to get his claws recasted in bronze since his father stripped him of them.