Sheepeater Cliff -- ᴏᴀᴛʜʙᴏᴜɴᴅ

He gave her responses one single, stoic nod.  Good.  I am glad to hear it.  In which, he was glad to hear that she had been doing well but because she had been the only contact he'd had in the Teekons that had stuck by him, he could feel a posessive pressure to keep her to himself.

That is selfish and unreasonable, Varick, and you know it.

The dark man surveyed the goats once more.  Do you notice the eagles?  How they harass the goats?  His nose traced the circles of the feathered, golden beasts above. It would be easy enough to confuse them.  Perhaps one could injure itself and leave us with an easy enough kill.

He shrugged, ears flickering in a kind of embarrasment. Why?  Do you have a better idea? Because I'm all ears.