Blackfeather Woods Sandy Claws, huh? Ooo! I'm really scared!

She begs, her voice disoriented and hoarse. It is the first time that he had heard someone in such pain, and he merely smirks at it. He snorts with amusement, striding forward. He kicks a bone aside, watching it clatter and bring up dust. Why should I? He yawns, stretching his body. What do you have to offer me?