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"Well, hello there!" comes a familiar, completely unexpected call. Griff stops dead in his tracks, halfway out the door of a small village house. He's suddenly acutely aware of the blood staining his fingers, tacky on his tongue.
"Erm." He swallows, and it does nothing to prove him innocent. "Hullo, Scar. What're you, um. What brings you 'round here?"
"Oh, you know," Scar says cheerily, voice sticky with blood. "Got a little hungry, wanted a snack. I think you folks call it peckish?"
Griff swallows again, broad teeth still tasting of villager-grainy iron. "Right, yeah. A bit peckish." He doesn't really know what to make of this situation, but Scar doesn't seem to find it strange, so he gathers himself and says "Well, you're always welcome 'round here."
"Oh, is this your territory?" Scar asks, and he can't tell if he's genuinely surprised at new information or if there's a challenging note in his voice. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea. You really should put up signs if you don't want people taking a bite, I thought this was a free-for-all! I even brought my own napkins."
The silk square Scar brandishes shines strangely in the sunlight, and Griff squints. It shimmers and drips with some blue perfume, with a shine like glazed terracotta. He leans forward to try and get a closer whiff, but Scar suddenly remembers himself and stuffs it back in his pocket without bothering to wipe the gore dribbling down his chin.
"Oh, that's my bad, I forgot it does that. Say, if you're not-" he makes a strange gesture with his head, "- one of us, then what's your business in a picturesque little hamlet of deliciousness like this? Gosh, I oughta send Cub a postcard, maybe a little care package..."
"Oi, I was here first," Griff snaps without thinking, then realizes his mistake and quickly backtracks the challenge. "No, no, just. Well. Having a bit of fun, I suppose."
"A bit of fun! Who could be opposed to having a bit of fun?" Scar delights, baring needle teeth in his lopsided smirk. "Well, I could go for a bit more fun myself. A man gets hungry, you know! Care to join me?"
Griff's still not sure how safe he feels in this situation, and he gingerly steps the rest of the way out the threshold, shutting the door on the remnants of the previous occupant behind him. "Erm, actually, I think I'm well-full now. Might come back another time, if you wouldn't mind-? No, that's fine actually, nevermind, take all you like, I can find another spot. Um, bon appetite?" He's not sure of the social etiquette of sharing a hunting ground like this, but Scar seems to have some framework of politeness he expects Griff to respond under.
Scar grins in that Scar way he has, eyes scanning off to the side and wounds tugging one corner out. "Oh, no worries, my friend, no worries at all. I can certainly leave you a few for later. Perhaps we should coordinate even, make a day of it together! A nice little picnic, see who can collect the most. Wouldn't that be fun."
"Yes," Griff says, trying not to show his nerves. He's a massive beast, far outclassing Scar by sheer physical power alone, he shouldn't be so blummin' spooked by surprise-encountering another carnivore in what he thought was an unknown village in the middle of nowhere. He makes a show of glancing up at the sun. "Ah, well, I should get going. Erm, see you around, Scar."
"Goodbye, have a great timeee~!" Scar calls to him, though his signature farewell feels much more predatory as he stands in the village square, watching Griff sheepishly walk off in the direction of his base.
Cor, he needs to get elytra soon. Scar's gaze feels sharp on his back, like a resting hawk, quite full and choosing not to bother with hunting down the mole it sees slinking away, but watching where it hides anyway out of amused curiosity.
He tries not to be too obviously hurrying to break the line of sight. He's not sure that he succeeds.