Drakien chuckled as Cai caught and admired the pretty marbling in the rock, and set about gathering firewood of his own, shaking his head as Cai's first thought was to dismantle his bed. Though Drakien prefurred to sleep on furs, and did so whenever able--he had a nice, large cloak, after all, and it wasn't all that hard to wrap himself up in it like a sausage--Cai seemed to prefer to build his bed nightly out of leaves and sticks. Perhaps it was the more animalistic aspects of his mind, perhaps--Drakien cut his thoughts off before they fully formed, but his eyes traveled to the scars openly displayed on the side of his brother's head, and then quickly away, back down to his task. He didn't like to think about where Cai might have gotten that wound, but it looked to have nearly broken open his skull. With a small shudder, Drakien shook his own head, and moved to begin setting up the kindling.
A moment later, with only a little fiddling and a spark of flint and steel, the pile of jumbled up sticks became a merrily blazing fire, and the squirrel, still furry and covered in "the good bits", was tossed into the flames. "Spasibo, Cai." He murmured quietly, and then pulled the squirrel off the fire, tossing back on and pulling it off a couple times before throwing it suddenly to his brother. He'd most likely not be partaking of this meal, so he merely sat back after that, turning his amber gaze to the smaller male.
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