great scots - open, sunbathing

[ASMODEUS DI-ANGELO]

"natus vincere" ✭ asmodeus ── the cub made his way over slowly, head tilted in curiousity at the rays of sun dancing on valhalla's stomach fur. near captivated but the glimmer on the glass caught his attention.  gaze snapping over he crouched, stealth lending him a hand as he approached the sleeping male and slowly tried to pull the glass towards him. small pebbles would brush against the floor as he pulled it to him but soon enough his maw was almost touching the rim. he sniffed it, couldn't identify any particular substance so dipped his tongue into it.

"speech"