Surprise Missions

Brutus was sitting silently on a fallen log in the small makeshift camp that they had taken over from a small band of toskals. Having been playing at just being another pair traveling and in need of a safe place to rest... it had been quick work for himself and Judas to over power the fools. Two of them now bound tightly and bleeding in one end. Their muzzles bound to try and quieten their sobs and sounds of fear. Even as Brutus cut away a piece of liver from the choice bits of the groups friend, now dead and insides cooking in the fire. Brutus pulling free a small bag of salt and adding a pinch to the meat for a bit of flavour, and adding more of it to the rest that were cooking on the pan. 

He sat quite close to the fire, the weather having been getting colder and colder lately, which had left him confused, but not much to complain about. After all, he had more than enough fat to keep him warm through through growing cold. His mate, however... He was such a skinny thing. Surely he was feeling the cold more, though he didn't much complain if he was. His gaze turning automatically towards where Judas was, using his blade to hack at the dead toskal to more manageable pieces to cook. "Leave 'is ribs whole." Brutus told the other lightly. "Just throw em on as they are as a slab." he encouraged, having to swallow his spit to keep himself from drooling at the thought, downing the slice of liver whole. Brutus giving a look of amusement as he heard Judas' small 'tsk.' "I know how to cut and prepare it the way you like. You need to remind me." he chided lightly, making Brutus chuckle. "I know, I know." he assured lightly. "N get--" "The thigh on there quickly. I know." he assured, injecting Brutus which only made him chuckle more. Hungry and eager as he turned gaze and looked towards the bound toskals, who flinched fearfully as he stood up.

He didn't go to them however, and instead went to the groups things, and pulling over the dead toskals bag, not taking very good care as he tore it up to go through it. The material of the bag alone was rough and a bit scratchy, though he didn't have much to complain about. Pulling out a few trinkets that didn't look to be very useful, and likely more just memento's from home. "Hnn, I think that one was a new one. Still got stuff from 'is tribe. S' if keepin' that junk woulda kept him alive instead a wore him down... Not that it matters anymore, bein' a meal now... I do like them young." he noted, lightly. "Makes 'em more tender n' juicy, don't you think?" he asked lightly, only half listening to Judas' reply as he pulled out more items, ignoring the terrified whimpers from the edge of the camp from the other toskals in response to his words. 

At the end of it he gave a small grunt and tossed the torn bag to the side. "Borin' fella didn't have much." he noted lightly to his mate, moving to pull the next bag over only to pause. He blinked at the bag for a few moments in confusion and then to the log he was sitting on, and then finally looked right up into the sky. "What is that?" he demanded, his gaze focused on the sky and the large white puffs of white that were now falling from the sky, starting out as small flakes, and now as bunched up clumps. He sneezed some when a wet clump fell onto the bridge of his nose, making him shake his head as he scratched at his interestedly. 

"R' you seein' this love?" he asked his mate. "'M not just losin' it am I?" he asked, needing to be sure what he was seeing was real, looking to his mate who nodded. "It's real." he assured the other, looking amused at his mates reaction as Brutus reached out a hand and let a good amount of the snow fall into his hand before pulling it forward to inspect it, only to watch as it disappeared and melted into nothing, giving a surprised, almost startled sound, reaching out again and this time licking his palm experimentally. He was quite a few moments as he smacked his lips, trying to find a taste before shaking his head. "It... tastes like water." he informed, the hunched alpha looking more than just a little perplexed by the situation at hand, looking to the sky again. "But it ain't rain..." he insisted. The entire situation made him scrunch up his nose and look to his mate. "D'you know what it is?" he demanded of the other, looking to his mate like he expected him to have all the all the answers to his puzzling questions. 

Judas just shook his head. "How would I know? I've never seen it before." he told him simply, also watching the falling snow, and obviously amused by his mates reaction to the falling white stuff, shaking his head and chuckling in amusement, which only seemed to make Brutus give a small humph an turn his head away from Judas in a pout before looking to the bound up toskals. "Oi! Either of you know what this is?" he demanded, pointing up in the sky towards the snow maddeningly. 

One tried to scramble away, impossible in his bindings as the other tried to shrink away and make himself small as Brutus stamped his way over to eye them both. As if the smaller it was the less likely it was to be killed.. silly really. "Well? Do you?" he demanded, looking to one of them. "What about you pretty boy." he demanded of one, though both of them shook their heads vigorously, trying to back up as he leaned over the both of them. "No?" he demanded, huffing. "That's a shame... woulda freed the one who knew." he informed, smirking some. "Guess you'll both jus' have to be meals too. Unfortunate. You're a real pretty one." he noted, even daring to stroke along the cheek of the one trying to shrink himself. "Guess the pretty boy is just going to have to stay." 

Brutus smirked a little as he heard the feather light steps of his mate, looking over to see him glowering towards the pretty one, brandishing his blade and making him chuckle. "Now now, do't waste it. Kill im now 'n I won't eat it all. Don't wanna spoil the meat do you?" he asked lightly, Jusdas continuing to glare a few moments. "Should let him rot." he told the other jealously, which only made Brutus chuckle more and lean lightly against him. "Such a jealous string bean you are." he teased lightly, making him bristle a little more. "I'm not!" he insisted. The insistence only making Brutus laugh, his glare turning to the toskal Brutus he called pretty. "I'm not jealous either." he informed, pressing the blade against the males cheek and dragging it. "Nothing pretty about him." he informed, the toskal screaming in pain through his gag and trying to move away. "Careful... wouldn't want me to miss would you?" he asked, making the creature go still. 

Brutus was the one to laugh in amusement this time as he took the parts from the other toskals and added it to the spitting fire. "Calm down, love. Pretty or not, it's all just meat in the end." he pointed out, which for the moment seemed to satisfy his thinner mate, though still a promise of pain was shown to the other toskals before he got up and headed back to his mate, who offered him the whole, now cooked heart. A surprise considering there was usually at least a nibble from it. For a moment the jealousy flitted back on his features, though Brutus just chuckled and grabbed the other with his other hand and pressed there foreheads together. 

It seemed to do the trick and Judas seemed to relax some, Brutus lingering a few moments before pulling away. Looking to the ground past the fire and humming some. "It's cold, n' wet... we might 'ave to move on if it keeps up... or make onna those roof things." he noted lightly. Looking up. "Else a string bean like you might get real cold. N' we wouldn't want that." he noted with a chuckle. "I like my string beans nice' n' warm." he informed, putting an arm around the other and pulling him closer, running his nose along the others neck fur affectionately.  "But fer now eat yer food." he encouraged the other, pulling the liver back out for himself and digging in, continuing to glare at the ever increasing amount of snow. Safe for the moment around the warmth of the fire. With food in his belly, and his mate next to him. The offending falling white stuff less of a concern where it wasn't yet quite reaching them. For the moment, the food, and his mate was what mattered more, finally taking up the ribs, and splitting them with the other, placed his head in his mates lap, careful not to get him with his horns, and ate in comfortable peace with him.