Duck Lake nothing left to lose

Ira watched in disgust, though his expression had became that and stayed that through Lecter’s feather spewing ordeal, shaking his head once wondering what it was that Jinx found so great about him - because Ira did not see it. The show continued then as Lecter ate the duck but then proceeded to piss all over the remains as if Ira had any intentions of (a eating duck, or b) eating after Lecter, and Ira rolled his eyes. “I told you Old man I wasn’t going to eat your stupid fucking duck.” What was so hard to understand about the fact that Ira viewed ducks as disgusting creatures…which in Ira’s mind put them somewhere just below Lecter. Ira watched as Lecter began to move back towards the Creek having no intentions of stopping or following the shaman. Rather, he felt the odd need to bathe though he was sure it was just an itchy reaction to the feathers having been spewed in his direction and the stink that Lecter put off.

With a dismissive flick of his tail Ira turned and walked away from the stop he had encountered Lecter, wanting to put as much distance between the shaman and himself as possible, despite that it had appeared as if Lecter were returning to the Creek.