Mudminnow River a tall drink

because one could truly only take so much of the little brat they'd snatched up, especially since he seemed to have figured out how to talk and also forgotten how to shut his mouth, condor made the decision to leave...the thing...to buzzard for a while. 

they were such good friends, after all. he hoped some one on one alone time with the child would wise his sibling up before they got any more stupid thoughts in their head, but when it came to buzzard, hope truly was all it could be. and he was feeling no less generous with his sister after that completely uncalled for insult, so off he went. 

maybe he'd have a little more luck with thievery when there was no brat ruining his cunning plans.

unfortunately, though the rain might have stopped, he had to keep his distance from the set of borders they'd...disturbed, earlier, which led him on a long walk that at least spared him any more boring grey mountains. instead, it was all boring grass and boring trees. condor thought wistfully of the desert as he walked, and equally as wistfully of food. it was quite a while before he stumbled upon anything at all.

and his discovery was hardly elegant. another big wolf in uninteresting shades of brown and white, drinking from what appeared to be a river made entirely of mud. condor's nose wrinkled. oh, buzzard would love this place. it was best to never tell them.

"good afternoon, darling," condor said, redpink gaze raking up and over the stranger as he approached. another one without any handy meals for scavenging. but he still might have something worth their time. biting back a sigh, he bowed extravagantly as he came to the riverbank, leaving the man a bit of room just in case he decided to get snappy for no reason. wolves. "what might you be doing here?"