Aleksey proudly walked into the camp with his catch lifelessly hanging in his mouth. He walked around as if showing it off for a couple of minutes before laying down with it in a place where everyone could see him, and started eating it as if he was something.
(Hello, Alyssa!)
Storm glared at Aleksey from in his bush. A low growl started in his throat. Why does is he always showing off?!
On every piece of meat that he pulled off, he nearly threw it in the air and caught it in his mouth. He smiled all the while of doing his 'performance' of eating.
I hope he gets trampled by a moose, Storm thought. "Aleksey," He grumbled at him, "do you mind eating somewhere else?"
"Mind?" Aleksey stopped and looked at Storm with a slight grin and a tone that said, 'I'm better than you.' "Why would I want to eat somewhere else? This spot is just-just-" Aleksey looked up into the sky almost as if he was in paradise and finished in a matching tone, "perfect."
"Well, if you do insist on staying here, maybe try learning some manners." Storm replied dryly.
"Manners?" Aleksey chuckled. "Maybe you should. I'm being perfect, unlike you." Aleksey smiled, and went to his performance of eating and acting as if that grouse was the best thing ever.
"You're the one shamelessly playing with food." Storm pointed out, so far staying relatively calm.
"You're just jealous." Aleksey smirked.
