He looked in the direction that Zee’s eyes wondered, towards the ravine where the earth fell away, and the dens of himself, Zee and Deathbelle could be found. He raised a brow at his words. It had been some days since she had last been to his den, so she hadn’t seen the work he had spent on it. “I’ve already begun to increase its size, I never intended to stop there.” he promised her, getting to his feet with a groan. Zee’s care had dried some of the lake water from him, but his underside was still soaked. He shook it as best he could to clear the rest, before moving after Zee. He watched her grab the sack, and he himself went for the birds, grabbing multiple in his mouth, so they dangled past his gums. He gave his head a quick jerk, and Marshall wheeled in the sky, and plummeted down to land on Sirius’s back. Unable to speak past his mouthful, the giant simply walked up beside Zee, gave her a nudge, and began to head in the direction of the ravine. It was uncomfortable, walking with a swan and two ducks in his maw, but he was tall enough that they where no tripping hazard to him. They made it down the ravine, and stopped at his den, which had discarded stones outside he had not yet moved. He went into the den entrance, and moved through its abrupt turn, and made his way towards the back of the den. It was still small, but it was easy to see where it had been enlarged since last time she was here. "Speech"

Zee followed behind him dutifully as he lead the way to his makeshift stone den. She could have likely walked there without the guidance - it's path was burned into her every time she recalled the thunderstorm - but she did not want to appear to eager. She followed him up and into the cavern, making her way to the back where he dropped the carcasses and placing the hide not too far off. He was telling the truth, he had enlarged it since her stay. She took a moment to marvel at the strength it would take to carve stone, and considered reminding him that he'd promised to help her with her own home. "It's coming along well." The comment came off politely, feeling the awkwardness once more inside his home. He'd confessed his friendship of her, and this was something friends did, right? Zee couldn't remember a time where any of her childhood friends took her into their den. It seemed too intimate for her. With a throat clearing cough, she sat against the stone wall and got to work gently plucking the feathers from the bird before her. "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

He was glad to have his mouth free of feathers, and he was reminded of another reason why he never bothered to hunt fowl. They were simply too much of a pain to pluck before you could get to the meat, and he hated the sensation of feathers caught in his teeth. If this was for himself, he would have given up already, but nothing could keep him from a duty set to him by Deathbelle. He grunted noncommittally when she commented on his den. “Yours is in a softer surface, it would be easier to enlarge, remind me once these pillows are done to work on it.’ he said as he placed himself beside her. He wasn’t too close, but they could both access the sakc in front of them without moving. He pulled the swan towards him, leaving her with the smaller ducks. He ignored the downy feathers of its neck, and moved on to its main body. He used his large saber fangs to pull free the large wing feathers, careful to keep them as intact as possible. Then he moved on to the buoyant feathers of its body, the work was slow and exasperating, and he could already feel feather stalks stuck in his teeth. "Speech"

Zee reached down to grasp the smaller bird, holding it between her paws carefully and examining it with multiple tilts of her head to find a good angle to begin plucking. She experimented at the bird's back, closing her jaw gently around a feather and yanking it outwards. Successful at plucking it out, she dropped it down to look and saw to her horror that it had been mangled by her teeth. "This sucks." She admitted finally, with a small laugh. "Would it not have been too much to ask for your companion to have done all the work?" Her voice was light - she was joking of course. Once more she leaned down to grasp at another feather. More careful this time, she pulled up on the end and withdrew it without damaging the delicate keratin. "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

He smirked as he looked up from his work to see ee struggle. Without the finer points of his saber fangs, she didn’t have as much leverage on the feathers without using her whole mouth, and risking damage to the delicate appendage. He already had a growing pile of feathers in the sack between them and he leaned over and breathed a long gust of air into the bag, causing feathers to fly into Zee’s face, from the angle he had chosen. “Your hopeless at this” he told her, but there was a hint of a smile on his muzzle, he had an unfair advantage. “How about you and Marshall take down the birds, and I pluck them?” he suggested. It would leave him with a great deal of work ahead of him, but he would take it without complaint. He knew he was hopeless at catching birds, and perhaps Zee would have better luck on that side of things. "Speech"

Zee gave him a quiet chuckle as he blew feathers into her face after declaring her as bad as plucking as he was at catching. That was fine for her, catching the birds was definitely a harder task and it felt good to be better then Sirius at something. "Yeah yeah, fine." She relented with a smile, nudging the bird away from her with her nose and shaking off the stray feathers. "It can wait until tomorrow though, I think." Freed of the job at hand, she lowered her head to place upon her paws and watch him as he worked. Her eyes moved to stare at the defeathered bird beside him, and she considered if he'd be upset if she took the time to have a snack. Her stomach rumbled quietly at the thought. "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

“I don’t expect you to go hunting now” he commented, though she may well have indicated his own work as well. Not one to sit still when there was a job to be done, the titan made quck work of the swan, gently tipping each feather free with his fang until there was only the finer feathers that he saw no point bothering with, left. As he placed the swan on the ground between them, he head Zee’s stomach give a soft growl. He looked to her, and offered a wry smile. “Feel free to help yourself” he suggested, nudging it closer to her as he picked up the first duck, and started the work all over again. He would certainly be glad when this was done. "Speech"