Rhae had finally come out of her box and perched, though she was still denying the chicken. Her head gyrating to focus all around her. Still using only his left hand for the chicken he rubbed the meat near her head in an act of enticement. Just pick at it a little, something. It was as quiet as nature would allow. The wind still gently rustling along in waves. The nocturnal insects and amphibians singing duets. Just him, and Rhae.


[color=purple][i]“She probably wants to work for her supper,...probably, just wants to feel useful, and hunt, like she’s intended to.” [/i][/color]

His eyes shot straight forward, staring a thousand yards above Rhae's head. His brow pinched instantly mad. His heart which had just begun to calm kicked high tempo as he considered his next actions. In these situations you had to decide on the quick, heavy, hard offensive, or the logically defensive position. He did not hear any threat to her voice nor tones which would give him suspicion. He still was not impressed with being snuck up on. 

[color=purple]“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you -- I was here first. You just walked up. I didn’t want to interrupt you.”[/color]

His gaze kept tightly forward as he considered his next moves in this game. 

[color=darkorange]"Actually, I've got a couple of problems with you already."[/color] He could not afford to be cheap with his friendliness. He hadn't made it this far in life without saving it. It had to be earned, and even then it would come with stipulation.

Considering her voice again he presumed that she did not have a weapon drawn on him. Though, he did not know that this [i]woman[/i] did not need to rely on mortal toys. He was a nomad; he was use to being creative with finding anything to be a weapon and to keep it near. 

[color=darkorange]"First of all, you say you didn't want to startle me. [i]But you did[/i]."[/color] His low and grated voice paused as he reached for Rhae who was still perched. His large hand wrapping around the tiny falcon. His palm around her back and wings while his fingers touched as they wrapped around her chest. He had her entirely in his palm, wrapped up by his hand. It was an odd, even peculiar thing to see.

[color=darkorange]"Second, you say you didn't want to interrupt me. [i]But you did.[/i]"[/color] He slowly began to stand up now, still keeping his stare forward and the tiny falcon clenched in his fist. [color=darkorange]"Third, said you seen me coming. Said this is your spot, you got here first."[/color] His slang and accent gave it away that he traveled. His eyes began to spin to the left, pulling his head along in their tug of attention. [color=darkorange]"If that were the case, then why didn't you move on? Leave me be instead of bothering---sorry---[i]interrupting[/i] me."[/color] 

He was now facing her. His brown eyes staring right into her's as he spoke. His attention entirely focused on her entire body to gauge any actions to prepare against. His face was a solid stone; hardly flexing when he spoke. He kept this swaggered persona as this had kept him out of danger before. [i]Just enough[/i] confidence to call the other's bluff. 

[color=darkorange]"Last? I heard what you said about her. She's underweight. She needs to gain so she can hunt better. It's another reason I came down here [i]besides looking for peace[/i], is to get her to hunt the bugs over the lake. She ain't a duck. You don't just give her bread to fatten' up."[/color] His tone could be described as an annoyed tough guy. This was either successful or punched through as a front. He kept it strong for a long, long time now. 

[color=darkorange]"So what is this really then?"[/color] he pulled the question right to the front. [color=darkorange]"You could have left me alone. What is this really about."[/color] It hardly sounded like a question for how flat his voice was. The tiny falcon still clenched tightly in his fist the whole time. The bird did not seem to mind one bit, as though she was use to this. Rhae just continued looking around at her environment. 

He stood there waiting for the next decision.