Lost Creek Hollow Those Who Wander

"no fun without a little risk, hm?" condor said, suitably evasively. beyond his siblings' presence, he would hand out no more information – he'd never been able to trust either of them to use their heads.

he might have even let the remarks slide too. he was kind like that. except then the ungainly looking wolf-thing turned and sprayed mud directly onto his perfect coat, and if there was one thing condor could stand less than buzzard making everyone around them filthy it was this complete stranger making HIM filthy.

that was it.

condor took a breath. it would feel very good indeed to catch him, and he was running so low on people he could properly tear into for fucking around. he would not have anyone but his siblings messing with his fur.

he might have had a head start, but condor had a year of running for his life under his belt and a full coat he was going to have to clean AGAIN. without further hesitation, he took off in pursuit. it would just make more of a disgusting mess to deal with, but he was suitably irritated that he would handle that later.

the nerve of some people.