Ranuk finally looked at him, his eyes gleaming in the dark: it would take some time for Tamlin to get used to such a stare, so intense and piercing.  It was unlike than the stares of his parents or his brother, or anyone else whose eyes ever focused on him; not quite predatory, but not the gaze of an elf at all.  Ranuk was a demon.  Of course he would see differently, in many ways.<br/><br/>He refused the food once again, and Tam didn't press.  If Ranuk wasn't hungry, or didn't want the dry meat, then that was fine.  The prince took some for himself and placed some shredded scraps on the floor, then settled with his back against a wall, leaned close to the other.  The smaller pieces were the right size for the cubs, but he wasn't certain they'd want to test the strange new food...  Either they'd eat it or they wouldn't.  There was nothing else to give.<br/><br/>As he ate his own portion, he heard Ranuk speak; his voice rolled through the cave and filled every corner with its deep, gravely sound.  The compliment made Tamlin smile a little in amusement, barely visible in the gloom of the cavern.  "You hunt better."  A truth the prince didn't mind telling; Ranuk was faster and stronger, could take on prey the elf couldn't hope to handle on his own, and he admired the demon's prowess.<br/><br/>"Do you hunt much in the Demon lands?  What are they like...?"  Tam ate quietly, barely making a sound, just a slightly darker blur of shadow surrounded by muddled shades of night.  There was so much he didn't know about his new home, what it would be like, if it was a place he could learn to be happy in...  He would have to learn to tolerate it, at least.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Jera laughed again and happily took the rabbits, already dreaming of the roasted, crackling meat-- he was hungrier than he'd thought, and he started his work with vigor.  "Oh, you did much better than alright, this is a fine spread..." the elf began, before finally glancing up at getting distracted by the change in Ursalo's look.<br/><br/>Without his snakes constantly coiling around his head, bending and twisting at will, the demon looked nearly feminine, demure as any maid as he sat by the fire, hands busied with domestic chore.  Jera knew it was false, there was nothing meek about the other at all... but he still looked utterly lovely, and it was hard not to stare.<br/><br/>"If you're cold, I could lend you my jacket," Jera offered, tending to the rabbits and working their skins away without damage.  "But if I do, I'll need someone to keep me warm later tonight...  Sound like a fair trade?"  The skins stripped off with ease, and the coy little smile on his freckled face turned into an impish grin, vermillion eyes flashing as the flames leapt and danced.