Drakien was just lifting the bottle to his maw when Cai reacted to his drunken yell, falling out of the tree--flying, more like, or doing a good impression of it. The man winced at the sight, and then set his bottle aside, rubbing his head and moving over to stand beside the slumped form of his brother. Cai shot him a pleading look, and Drakien rubbed at the back of his head again, feeling bad for ruining his concentration, now that he'd actually thought it through. The squirrel was chattering somewhere high above him, and Drakien lifted his head to look at it cross-eyed, frowning unhappily.
After a long moment of thought, Drakien nudged his brother with a foot and gestured for him to move over to their temporary campsite, out of the way. Then Drakien, large and bulky though he was, began carefully climbing the tree, testing each branch before he put his full weight on it. The squirrel watched him come, and just when he had it in reach, scampered up a few more branches. The process was repeated until the branches grew too thin to hold Drakien, and he would fall out of the tree if he went any farther. Then he stopped, and slumped in the tree, totally relaxed and unassuming.
The squirrel chattered some more, and then scampered down toward him curiously. Drakien remained un-moving until it landed on the branch just beside him, and then struck out, lightning quick, and snatched it up, falling out of the tree in the process--but also catching the squirrel, and its stolen goods. As he hit the ground with a groan and an audible thump, Drakien could feel his spine popping from the force of his fall. He rubbed a hand over his face, thinking he was far too hungover to entertain his more simple-minded brother now, but after looking over the squirrel still clutched in his fist, he realized it was dead, and had a rather sizable lump in its throat--choked to death. Shaking the furry monster as he made his way over to Cai, he finally managed to dislodge the stone--a rather shiny thing, no wonder it'd caught Cai's attention--and tossed it over to the other male.
"YA budu gotovitʹ etu shtuku na zavtrak. Yesli vy ne khotite yego syrym?" He asked, almost as an after-thought, and held the dead, fluff-tailed thing out to his brother in question.[/html]