Wapun Meadow i could follow those stylish trends

for all of buzzard's absolutely miserable taste, they at least had the good sense to let condor handle the talking. perhaps he'd learned something from legion after all. "thank you," condor sighed, pausing only briefly in his surveillance of their advancing entourage to give the brat a don't fuck this up for us look.

this might have been unfair of him, because if anyone was going to fuck this up for them, it was most certainly vulture.

condor snapped his teeth together with a satisfying little click inches from her nose.

"darling, if they aren't speaking to me, it's only because of you. i know this is hard to understand, but if you must do this sort of thing, do it on your own time. hot stuff is not the way to go about it." his voice dropped, again. "and we have greater concerns."

he'd hoped to get through this with a minimum of fuss. when did things go according to plan when the rest of them were around? of course, that could be part of the fun, but condor was hungry and the only thing his delightful sister was doing was continuing to open her mouth and dig them a deeper hole.

"please shut up," he hissed. both wolves had drawn quite close by now; at the very least he could look forward to seeing how fast the child could run.

"yes, again, i must apologize for my sister," condor repeated, shooting her a narrow-eyed glare. "but we do still need those directions, and not that this isn't a lovely reception, the strong and silent act works great for you, but i'm going to need more to go on than..." he waved a paw in their general direction, "...this."