Bearclaw Valley they just gonna float out

His angry violet gaze moved between the kid and his steaming stomach contents now staining the ground between them. His disdain for the burden only intensified. What a waste, he said, shaking his head, purposely ambiguous as to whether he was talking about the child or the vomit. I won't bring you anymore food if you're just going to vomit it up, he continued. He was growing bored with this interaction. It was clear the kid was not going to change his opinion anytime soon, or probably at all, and he wished to be free of any responsibility forced upon him by his bond to his mate. He toyed with the idea of ending its suffering once more, but refrained again, settling for glaring disapprovingly at the child.