[the erune's nostrils flare when he sees what the man has in his hand. he was beginning to relax when he was left alone, relieved that the conversation is (possibly) over, but then the darkblood man comes back, and his shoulders hike up.
he eyes the comb warily.]
Do you know how to brush fur? [he's a bird-person, not an erune with fur.]
no subject
he eyes the comb warily.]
Do you know how to brush fur? [he's a bird-person, not an erune with fur.]