It was slow work using a human sized tongue to clean up all the majority of the blood staining the loong's maw but Bran was persistent and the creature was patient and eventually it all got done.
The loong gave a satisfied sounding trill while Bran wasn't quite sure how he felt. He'd quite liked watching nature documentaries as a kid and he couldn't help but wonder if this jaw cleaning exercise was something to do with certain rituals that some animals like to do. Certain... mating rituals.
Just the thought of that made Bran's head spin and his whole body heat up. If that was the case, then he felt even more justified to feel like he was cheating on Misha with... Misha, but also not Misha, in some weird kind of way.
The loong turned back to its fish and nipped at its tail.
Then again, maybe he was just over thinking it? Maybe Misha the loong wasn't thinking along those lines at all.
The half eaten fish landed in Bran's lap.
Or perhaps it was best not to think about that at all.
