Even if he could understand the babbling coming out of Avis' mouth, Gran would've been hard-pressed to understand what she was saying. The look he gave her was one of bewilderment, his horned head canted slightly to one side to conceptualize his confusion. He he eyebrows, one of them most certainly would've been hiked up while the other remained slightly furrowed. As he did not, he made do with what he had.
Still, she was offering him one of his favorite meal-time treats. Still still, she was the one that had said things towards him that - while he didn't understand them - he hadn't liked how they had been said. Still still still, he did have significant backup in the form of Steel Wolf, who seemed to be the sort to react quite negatively should the Hyur do anything overly untoward to the purple porker. He wasn't fully sure of how the dynamics worked with the bipeds - he'd seen several taller ones yelling at smaller ones that looked not unlike his owner - but the Roegadyn's much larger size and armored hide probably meant she could take Avis on should it come to blows. Not that the baby behemoth was a slouch himself, he had totally beaten that armored chocobo those many suns ago, after all.
So, with much nervous snuffling, little Gran slowly leaned forward from his perch in Steel Wolf's arms. A ripple of movement along his lips, followed by a second, and his mouth opened slightly. And closed. And opened again.
On the third time, the baby behemoth was close enough to the Meateor that his snout bumped lightly against it and gained a bit of residue in the treat's juices. Slowly, carefully, he wrapped his mouth around the ball of meat... and then, food secured, snapped back into the safety Steel Wolf's arms and began to chew.
Still, she was offering him one of his favorite meal-time treats. Still still, she was the one that had said things towards him that - while he didn't understand them - he hadn't liked how they had been said. Still still still, he did have significant backup in the form of Steel Wolf, who seemed to be the sort to react quite negatively should the Hyur do anything overly untoward to the purple porker. He wasn't fully sure of how the dynamics worked with the bipeds - he'd seen several taller ones yelling at smaller ones that looked not unlike his owner - but the Roegadyn's much larger size and armored hide probably meant she could take Avis on should it come to blows. Not that the baby behemoth was a slouch himself, he had totally beaten that armored chocobo those many suns ago, after all.
So, with much nervous snuffling, little Gran slowly leaned forward from his perch in Steel Wolf's arms. A ripple of movement along his lips, followed by a second, and his mouth opened slightly. And closed. And opened again.
On the third time, the baby behemoth was close enough to the Meateor that his snout bumped lightly against it and gained a bit of residue in the treat's juices. Slowly, carefully, he wrapped his mouth around the ball of meat... and then, food secured, snapped back into the safety Steel Wolf's arms and began to chew.
