Main Campfire, Sunday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

You know, Atton had been happy to say goodbye to communal living when he came here (the single room was an extra plus). Being back in the middle of it had not been treating him all that kindly.

Not that he couldn't cope. It was just annoying. Sleeping in one tent with a Force sensitive wasn't making it any easier, either.

So, yeah, he was going to get out of his tent whenever possible. Crash down by the side of the fire. Maybe get some food going the way he'd learned a long time ago, back during the wars. Anything was good if you put it on a skewer and held it over a fire.

He was quickly developing a shine towards these hot dog sausages. Got a whole pack of them and everything.

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[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Firekeeper and Blind Seer, on the other hand, were quite fond of the whole situation. Especially since it made it much easier to slip out and spend the night outside if they so wished.

Not to mention, cooking with campfires, which was something Firekeeper was especially good at. And so on their way back to the campsite from the Gig, they'd stopped and acquired a couple of rabbits and some furry fish.

Finding a campfire already going, the wolves settled down with a nod of acknowledgement to Atton. Pulling her Fang from its Mouth on her hip, Firekeeper then set to work skinning her catch.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton, to his credit, didn't shriek or jump up or anything.

Instead, he quirked an eyebrow at the wolf. "That a pet?"

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Blind Seer bared his teeth at Atton and let out a small, deliberate growl.

"No," Firekeeper said shortly. "Not pet."

[suitably_heroic]

"Riiiight," Atton said, looking the creature in the eye. "Haven't seen a sentient like him around here before." He tilted his chin. "We're good as long as you don't eat my sausages, all right?"

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Blind Seer flicked his ears in acknowledgement.

"We has our own meat, anyway," Firekeeper said, nodding down at the rabbit she'd nearly finished skinning. "But we are happy to trade some, if you wish."

[suitably_heroic]

"What is that?" Atton asked. "Is it good?"

He wasn't that attached to these sausages.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Firekeeper arched an eyebrow at him. Would she eat something that wasn't good.

... Well, okay, yes. She would.

"Rabbit," she informed him, gesturing to the woods. "We catch it here. Some fish too." Which were also due to be skinned, because fur. "Is good, yes."

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah, I think I'll pass on the hairy fish," Atton said, "But I'll trade you a sausage for some of that rabbit."

He figured it wouldn't poison him, at least.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Firekeeper shrugged. More fish for her. "Is a deal," she said, handing one of the rabbits over. "Blind Seer," she said with a nod at the Royal Wolf. "And I am Blysse."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton passed on a hotdog. "Atton," he said. "Since we're not hot on last names around here."

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"...'Hot on'?"

[suitably_heroic]

"You know," Atton said, waving his hands around, "Turning on my thrusters."

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

So much side-eye, Atton. "I still am not understanding. What does turning thrusters have to do with heat?"

[suitably_heroic]

"...You can't do that without turning up the flames," Atton said, eyeing her... just as side-eyedly.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"You are making very little sense."

[suitably_heroic]

"On a star ship?"

What, had this kid been raised by banthas?

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Wolves, actually.

"They do not have such where I am from," she informed him plainly. "But I do not think they are powered by fire."