Wapun Meadow i could follow those stylish trends

phone post >\

condor did hate letting buzzard lead them anywhere. horrible with directions. in fact, they'd walked them all the way back to the meadow where they'd first stumbled into this place.

did they know just how far that rise was from here? leading the child around was becoming marginally more frustrating, now that he'd worked up the courage to start shouting about it. if only he'd been injured when they found him. or if he was anything other than their meal ticket.

"darling, please don't make him any more hideous." condor sighed dramatically. "i'm already having a difficult time with one of you. the last thing we need is this brat refusing to bathe as well."

and he was already beginning to pick up an attitude. as long as it was directed at buzzard, he found it quite amusing. condor laughed. "would you look at that. he's right, for once." he looked thoughtfully down towards the boy, ignoring vulture's attempts to...whatever it was she was doing. "perhaps there's something going on in there after all."