Gabriel gives an amused snort. Self-sufficient. He likes that. Sam may want to dress his deer and take time to cook it, but the dragon is just as happy to dig in as-is. But he waits, until Sam has some meat cut and ready to roast over the fire he'd managed to build.
"The winds are cold and dry enough. Give it a day or two and you can have enough rations to get you further down than just the scraggly trees."
He stretches, resting his muzzle on folded forelimbs. "So what brought a big ol' human like you into the insane world of hunting?"
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Date: 2016-08-04 06:41 pm (UTC)"The winds are cold and dry enough. Give it a day or two and you can have enough rations to get you further down than just the scraggly trees."
He stretches, resting his muzzle on folded forelimbs. "So what brought a big ol' human like you into the insane world of hunting?"