Coan Bryland ; the ferelden noble (coan) wrote in thedas,
When the pastries had been left behind, Coan couldn't help but look at them, but not having much of a sweet tooth, had no desire of actually having one. He watched as the others enjoyed theirs, then sighed when his own stomach growled a bit. He was hungry, but he'd wait for whatever the hunting party would provide. Noa, being the way she was, dug her head into his side as if she were trying to get at the low groaning noise his annoyed stomach had made. There wasn't he could do about it - she was being playful more than being aggressive, and he couldn't fault her for it. She was, after all, still a puppy in most senses.
When Imenry joined the group, meat spitted and ready to be cooked, he smiled eagerly, looking past her to see if Talfryn was behind her. He was as curious as Signy, wanting to know how the hunt had gone, though what had been brought back was obvious to him. They would eat well tonight, and that's all that mattered. Hopefully there would be enough scrap for Noa - she'd been spoiled while they were at Amaranthine. A few of the senior Warden's had been feeding her from their own plates, while Bethen had made batches of Mabari crunch just for their arrival. Going back to her traveling diet was going to be a pain for both of them, but hopefully she wouldn't whine too much about it.
He expected the smell of roasted meat to get her attention, as it surely had his, so when her head poked up from his side and her interest had moved elsewhere, he wasn't very surprised. Her growling, however, was not expected, in fact, he thought it was pretty rude. "Cut that out," he frowned, thinking her annoyance to be toward Imenry. "She'd brought us dinner, be polite." Then she barked. "What has gotten into you?" She barked a few more times before he finally realized the sharp, deep tone she had taken, and what it had meant. Out in the open like they were, he hadn't expected to hear this particular signal, but now that he had, he was curious, but cautious. Not wanting to alarm the others anymore than the war hound already had, he grabbed hold of her collar - though he was sure she wouldn't run off without his command - and glanced toward the Antivan assassin, nodding in the direction that Noa had been barking.