Emberflame Ridge The Witch And The Bird

condor hadn't had to learn that his newly unwanted guest was annoying. no, that had been made crystal clear the moment before he'd made the unfortunate decision to kidnap the child. that ever-hopeful and positive part of him had assumed that, perhaps, once the ugly little thing had realized his situation, he'd shut his mouth and let the scavengers go about their business.

no. if anything it had only spurred him on. as though he thought he was just on a quick field trip instead of being kidnapped. and unless he wanted to ruin this plan he'd put so much hard work into already, he couldn't touch a hair on the child's head. it was absolutely infuriating. what was perhaps even more infuriating was that condor had closed his eyes for a quick nap, and he'd woken up to their captive thankfully passed out and buzzard nowhere to be seen.

oh no. that wouldn't do. if condor was going to be miserable, buzzard was absolutely going to be miserable right along with them. taking a quick note of the child's scent in case he made the unfortunate decision to flee later – though he was probably too stupid for that – he followed his sibling along the ridge. the rain had stopped at long last, but even without it, an idiot could have tracked buzzard's filth for miles.

subtlety was lost on their sibling, in more ways than one. and that was borne out just here, though at least this time they'd selected an individual instead of a pack to harass. condor was instantly suspicious; he couldn't trust buzzard to have enough brain rattling around in that empty head to check exactly what gang of wolves this one belonged to. wolves got so touchy about their children, even if this one was, much to condor's regret, unharmed.

sniffing the air as he approached, condor eyed the giant woman critically. what was with all of these huge white behemoths wandering around? no style whatsoever. just muscle and teeth, and all, without exception, the most miserable things to talk to. at least there was none of the child's scent to be noticed, except what lingered on his sibling's fur.

"of course you would ask that, darling." condor ran a pointed eye over buzzard's coat as he drew close. "how should i put this...it is to those of us with taste what a mud puddle is to you."