[ Wow, okay. It's not even like Gen's that sensitive about people giving him shit, because the type of crowd he hangs out with means he's used to a certain level of give-and-take, but -- damn. The retort from Gray catches him completely off-guard. Kind of like getting headbutted right in the nose by what looks like a harmless kitten.

And while Gen outwardly only reacts with a blink and a scowl before looking away with a dismissive huff, muttering something about 'They're not puppy ears' under his breath like her barb's not really worth a proper response ... those 'cute' ears of his flatten back until they're almost hidden in the shaggy mess of his hair, his tail drooping down to rest over the back of the log he's seated himself on. ]

... never had a reason to eat game before.

[ Said at a low mumble. Is he sulking? Just a little bit.

Gen frowns as he tosses another stick into the fire and watches a few embers come floating out. His next words are still muttered low, though these are almost more directed at himself than at either of his campmates. ]

Wonder how everyone who sold their lot in with those creepy groups're doing. Bet they don't have to deal with this shit.