Mudminnow River a tall drink

condor is going to try and book it but you are free to chase him if you want!! we could put something down in tabletop to roll for it :)

condor kept his lazy smile fixed on his face as the man swiveled around, squinting. so now he was getting it. it was a stretch that he'd even suggested such a thing, a little too...transparent about his purpose. but what was life without a little risk? 

risk on his own terms, of course. and what could this man do to him? he'd already fallen for so much.

a few moments longer. then the man slid the two fish over, and condor scooped them up in the curve of his paw, feeling the saliva pool on his tongue already at the thought of a meal. it had been so long.  they'd made out so excellently when they'd all left home, stealing everything from their family that wasn't nailed down; it was, unfortunately, much more difficult here.

but he hadn't lost his edge altogether. no, it just needed a little sharpening. condor judged the size of the fish with a quick glance – nothing he couldn't fit in his jaws, should he need to run – and swiftly returned his gaze to his target. it wouldn't do to give away his intentions just now.

"cults and rituals. i see." condor laughed, drawing his tongue over his teeth. "is that something you're running from, or just a personal preference?" 

what was it he had? a little knowledge about legion – just a lot of boring people, no sense of humor – a little knowledge of the people they'd stumbled upon in the meadow who had steadfastly refused to use their words. nothing tangible. but if it was cults he was concerned about, condor was certain he could spin up a delightful lie to that effect. he rolled the thoughts around on his tongue for a moment, the very picture of consideration, doing his utmost to ignore the fish at his paws –

– and then the fool plunged his head into the water, and every little half-lie that condor had dredged up on his lips fled immediately. 

he was really going to turn his back? on him? oh, this was too good. condor was, after all, an opportunist. no sense sticking around when he had such a perfect one laid out in front of him.

"well, darling, let me think," condor drawled, as though his thoughts centered around anything that wasn't his escape route. the fish were already in a neat little pile; all it took was a swift dip of his head, teeth fastening down into flesh, a kick of his legs and he was gone, slipping into the tangle of brush with all the ease of someone who'd built an entire career out of escaping worse situations than this one.

and fortunately, condor could see the mountains rising in the distance. who should that be but legion? finally, they could justify all the precious time they'd stolen from him. he set a pace for the cliffs; should the man bother to chase him that far, he hoped his trail would be easily lost so close to a pack.