01-17-2020, 01:35 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]He senses the tension, revels in it, grins at the harsh howl of the hyena's laugh; comfortably mellow, he couldn't care less what kind of scuffling Snarl got up to with them so long as she kept the fire going. It was worthy entertainment. "She... Makes the decisions. It's her fire, yeah?" Words aren't really making sense, but she makes sense, so he follows along behind her reasoning in turn. Her fire, her rules, her company - made perfect sense to him.
He paws for another drink, impatient for Snarl to finish talking. The careful dance that the two hyenas waltzed meant little when he knew nothing of their standards, their customs. Even then Kazuhira was raised far from any members of his own species, so the food web, the age-old pack culture, meant little here. He watches through his lashes with eyes half-lidded, humor curving a subdued smile. "S'Just a suggestion, anyway. Can't handle the heat... Don't fan the flames." He must've thought he was clever.
He paws for another drink, impatient for Snarl to finish talking. The careful dance that the two hyenas waltzed meant little when he knew nothing of their standards, their customs. Even then Kazuhira was raised far from any members of his own species, so the food web, the age-old pack culture, meant little here. He watches through his lashes with eyes half-lidded, humor curving a subdued smile. "S'Just a suggestion, anyway. Can't handle the heat... Don't fan the flames." He must've thought he was clever.