"Come in, dry off, and eat something." Cinder handed them both towels.
Repear dried his fur with the towel, "I might be gone for a few days a job offer came in."
"Wolf Hunter job offer or normal job offer?"
"Wolf Hunter job that I already accepted." Reapear spoke.
Cinder nodded, "Figured on that I'll warm up dinner."

Knuckles eyed Cinder skeptically, but shrugged it off and dried his quills and fur. He wasn't sure how hungry he felt, though, despite the fact he hadn't eaten since he left the island.

"If you aren't hungry you don't have to eat." Cinder knew the look, "I'll get cat food out for Stalker too."
Stalker hissed at the mention of cat food.
Reaper winked at Stalker.
Stalker quit hissing, So I can steal off of your plate? You are the best Reaper.
Reaper hid a smile.
"Why did we even buy cat food if she won't eat it?" Cinder saw the wink.
"Not my idea."

"Stalker doesn't look or act very domestic..." Knuckles carelessly remarked.

"She was a stray when I found her and ever since she has joined us on our crazy adventures."
Domestiated cats are lazy, fat, and have no fighting skills so no I am feral aside from with Reaper or Ruby. Stalker defended herself.
(No offense if you have a cat.)

(I have a mini macaw, so certainly no offense taken :3)

"I figured." Knuckles replied simply.

(Aww macaw.)
Stalker walked in tried to shake herslef to to be picked up by Reaper holding a towel.
Oh not this again. Stalker tried to get out of his grasp.
"Sparrow." Reaper said.
Stalker let him dry her off without a fight.

(His name is Solo (I think it's a he. We'll find out if he starts laying eggs.), and he's a Hahn's Mini Macaw. Yes, his name is a Star Wars pun.)

Knuckles leaned up against a wall and sighed, arms loosely folded over his chest.

Cinder put food done on the table, "Come and get it."
"Did Ruby get back here alright," Reaper asked avoiding a claw to the face.
"She did. She's asleep now." Cinder told her, "Ruby skipper dinner and went straight to bed."
Reaper frowned, "That isn't like her to miss a meal with the family."
Stalker licked him, Now let me go! Come on she made turkey.
Reaper put Stalker down and she made a mad dash for the table.
(Huh. Sounds intresting.)

(He won't let me sleep past 9:30, though.... For such a little fella, he has some serious lung capacity.)

Knuckles quietly observed for a while, then absently glanced out the window, shifting his weight.