Rekkis tries to make a cake for Stahl's birthday. But it's full of seeds and worms and things birds would eat, instead of anything in a normal cake.
Rekkis tries to make a cake for Stahl's birthday. But it's full ofseeds and worms and things birds would eat, instead of anything in a normal cake.
The cake looked… ghastly. Withan assortment of worms, grubs, and various seeds non-native to Azeroth, it wasobvious that the very proud Arakkoa hadn’t thought about how out of place thecake just… looked. The notion alone madethe Worgen grin ear to ear, taking the bird in a hug. Lifting him clear off the ground, the beastwould rumble happily. “Thanks, Rekkis. I didn’t even smell ya make this, orwhere ya hid it.”
“Well, you know, you’ve been out a lot lately.” One hand awkwardly came up, scratching alonghis head feathers. “I wasn’t sure what…you know, you ate in a cake. So I kind of just threw things in.” The Worgen’s fuzzy, white-furred eyebrowsrose up briefly, matching the descent of the cake. “That’s… not a bad thing isit?” The tone was worried, and earned aheadshake in reply.
“Not at all.” With a smile,depositing the slice of ‘cake’ on the plate, the Worgen wasted no time digginginto the treat.
After all, he’d eaten much, much worth in his undeath.