[Dorothea improvised! Adapted! Overcame! Maybe it's a good thing they're on the same side, for once—but any and all good will dies as Felix crouches down, pulling a hunting dagger from his boot as he does so, because eaux. There's a difference between, say, skinning an animal you've killed in the proper manner, and digging through the entrails of a creature that was popped like a grape.
But the spur is important, so he merely clicks his tongue before settling in.]
When did I say it bothered me?
[Grumble, grumble, grumble as he flicks a something-or-other to the side with the edge of his dagger, because don't put words in his mouth.]
I haven't made a habit of stepping on them, unlike some.
[Is there more squeaking in the shadows, now? More movement closer to them? Hmm!!!]
the mighty huntress... thanks for dinner
But the spur is important, so he merely clicks his tongue before settling in.]
When did I say it bothered me?
[Grumble, grumble, grumble as he flicks a something-or-other to the side with the edge of his dagger, because don't put words in his mouth.]
I haven't made a habit of stepping on them, unlike some.
[Is there more squeaking in the shadows, now? More movement closer to them? Hmm!!!]