Bran shouted loudly, cawing at a squirrel that had dared challenge the large black avian. The rodent wasn't the smartest of its kind, the obvious fact that it was now taking a stern yelling at for even existing. The big black bird flapped his wings and tried to shoo away the eager squirrel. The bird acknowledge the presence of the other only in the connection they shared, too busy to give Macklyn it's full attention.
Eric tossed a match into the sink in the kitchen. He turned on the knob and ran water over the blackened end, making sure that it was out completely. A vanilla scented candle burned merrily on the counter next to the sink. The Avenger had always been into candles, he liked the way they were able to be so tiny and yet could fill up an entire room with scent. He had placed them about the house: a linen scented candle in the laundry room, coconut in the bathroom, and even a lavender scented for their bedroom. It may not have matched the decor, but it smelled good.
Hearing his name, Eric looked up from the sink. He turned off the water and turned, pressing his back easily against the lip of the counter, "In here," he called. The vanilla scent masked any other odors well.