Blackbeak Bluff Haggis for Algernon

O’Mally has been loving the coast. Well, he’s always loved it his entire life, but recently, he’s grown so much more attacked to it. He may not stay here forever though. The cunning Vanity might have other plans it seems and he has no idea where she plans on going but he will follow if she so desires.

Today though, he explores on his own accord. As he goes, he inspects a different variety of plants that litter the coast and the forest it neighbors. He notes clumps of juniper berries and he absentmindedly strolls up to them and picks a few even uselessly swallowing a couple. He should save the others for another time but he doesn’t. Rather he shuffles their location into his mind for later. 

He continues on. It couldn’t be ten minutes and he’s seeing a bright animal walking into his line of sight. He stops in his tracks and pads closer after a moment of curious inspection.

“Evening.” He calls to them. His baby blues slipping down their form. “You don’t look well, friend.” Comes his ordinary comment, facial expression neutral. Noting the brilliant color of their coat, along with that they don’t look all that well. For a moment he hopes they don’t have rabies. He’d seen a bad case of it in his younger years that was way too close to killing him than he was comfortable with.