LOREN
The bird Loren had seized was not quite dead yet. It flapped and battered and pecked and clawed at him. However, it was basically too dumb to know it was already dead: his jaws clamped down, teeth biting deep. Bone cracked as he shook it and drank the hot blood gushing into his mouth.
Growling as Deimos' words filtered into the healer's mind, he placed a paw on the corpse of the now-fully dead Ningo. Glancing up, he lifted his blood-stained mouth to watch the General's hunt. Figuring the other man had it well in hand, the Firebrand began gathering the birds they'd taken down into a pile. It wasn't neat or tidy, but they were, at least, all in one place.
Growling as Deimos' words filtered into the healer's mind, he placed a paw on the corpse of the now-fully dead Ningo. Glancing up, he lifted his blood-stained mouth to watch the General's hunt. Figuring the other man had it well in hand, the Firebrand began gathering the birds they'd taken down into a pile. It wasn't neat or tidy, but they were, at least, all in one place.
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