Blackfeather Woods Bloodflood

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Wet juices attach themselves to Grim's muzzle. He finally caught one of those obnoxious black birds. The rest of them are making a high pitched ruckus above as he crunches on the bones of one of their own. He hadn't been looking to catch one of them. It had been on the ground, shifting through the dirt. He took that opportunity to attack while it was busy. Of course the blasted bird has hardly any meat on it. Basically it is nothing but feathers and bones. Something tickles his throat. A cough wracks his body. With a wet 'plop' a thick gooey feather shoots out of his mouth to land some lengths away. He coughs again before standing. Looking crossly at the dead bird, Grim picks it up and tosses it into some bushes to the right of him. Though he is satisfied at succeeding in killing one of the ravens that has been his goal since he joined Blackfeather, his effort seems wasted on such a poor piece of prey. And what was with all the damn feathers? Did they really need so many?

The ravens above picked up their pace with their caws when he had thrown the dead bird. He snarls up at them, letting out a sharp bark. Their wings flutter as they fly from the trees. He watches a few of them land near the dead one. His eyes narrow. Dropping low, he stalks towards them. The birds begin to pick at the dead one, letting out a call every so often. Grim lunges at them with a burst of speed. Panicking, the ravens hurriedly scatter into the air, some taking their spots back on the branches of the dark trees to yell at him. He growls deeply. He can't stand birds.

A coughing fit takes a hold of him suddenly. Grim swears to himself. He'll need to find some water. He can feel another feather in the back of his throat. Now he'll be spitting out feathers all day. A thick heavy paw runs over his nose as he makes a face, his tongue moving in and out in an attempt to rid his throat of the feather. Next thing he knows the pack will be calling him bird boy or something similar. Great. The dangerous, psychotic wolf being made fun of. That probably wouldn't end well for those who laughed at him. No. They would end up dead. There would be no hesitation. His mind slips back to Lusa. Perhaps she could get away with it though. Wet lips lift in a snarl. He wouldn't kill her, but he'd make sure to get his revenge.