A little startled by the hug... He'll just pat Rothchild on the back. "I've been a little preoccupied, to be honest. The cold weather has been affecting me quite a bit."

That action managed to bring a little color to the vulture's cheeks. Though, instead of trying to get away he just huffs, frowning. "...Let's go, then. And hurry, please. This is embarrassing."

"Not in this form. Really, I'd rather not be touched for the next few months." Mating season is coming up, so he's a little grumpy—. Shifting into his bird form, and digging in. Hungry vulture.

His wings flutter as the limbs were tossed into the pile, and he hops onto the nearest one to tear into it. Gulping down the fresh flesh, screeching softly. Looking up at the other, before waddling closer to gently rub his head against their leg. Just a bit of affection.

The vulture caught it in his beak as it fell, then held it out for them. He didn't like eyes much, and there was already plenty of food laying around. Rothchild really should eat. Hell, Thy would offer his own blood if he knew.

While Rothchild drank, he ate until he was full. Then, he took his place on their shoulder, beak combing through their hair. Thy figured he should preen the vampire to show his appreciation. Even if he won't admit it, he missed them too.

Wrapping his arms around her, and scooping her up. He missed his reptilian friend!

He hugged her tightly, then set her down and reached out to ruffle her hair. "I missed you too. How have you been?"

"Am I that exciting?" Chuckling a little and shaking his head.

"I think you're the exciting one." She did have quite the bubbly personality, after all. He liked watching her get excited over simple things, and she always looked so happy.

So long as he only touched the vulture's head, he wouldn't be pecked at or hit with a wing. He tilted his head around as it was pet, feathers puffing up. Giving a lil nod and a chirp.

"Chances are, they have interests that are just as weird, if not more so." He didn't think it was weird. Different, yes. But not in a bad way.

"...No." Not one that he was willing to talk about, at least. He probably had a few strange interests.

"Does collecting pretty things count?" It was something he considered normal. She wouldn't get to hear about anything weirder than that!

"I must be an exception, then." She's much too pure to be hearing about his weird interests. It's best that she doesn't know.

"Is there?" Feigning innocence. When she buried her face into his chest, he would pet her head, looking down at her.

"You'll have to try and figure out what it is, then." He's having fun with this. And he would be genuinely surprised if she guessed correctly, but he would tell her if she was right or wrong.

Eating bones.

"Someone has to do it. I just so happen to thoroughly enjoy eating them."

"Of course not. I evolved specifically to eat them, after all."