[Oh hello redhead. Atticus grins at her as soon as the response comes and there is, almost immediately, a huge wolfhound shoving his head over Atticus’ shoulder.]

Oberon! [Atticus laughs and pushes his hound away, mentally promising him that he will pick the story back up again soon. With nothing else to do telling tales has been the only way to keep themselves amused. ]

Hey, yeah I got a few offers but it’s always good to know whose good with a pair of scissors around here. No offers for chickens though, unfortunately. A nice roasted chicken sounds excellent and I’m sure he wouldn’t argue that one either. [He nodded his head in the direction he’d pushed Oberon into and off screen his hound’s ears perked up.]