Silvertip Mountain if this is how you folks make art it’s fucking depressing

Buzzard snuck through the territory uninterrupted for a little while. They were beginning to think they’d actually pull this off. Oh they could taste that fresh meat already! But just as their confidence was building up, a weird feeling crept up their spine.

Their cocky strides slowed to a stop. Their beady little eyes surveyed the surroundings. That feeling was spreading through their whole body. 

Maybe doing this alone was too much of a batshit idea, even for Buzzard. It wasn’t too late to hit bricks-

Wait wait wait a minute. No. Mama didn’t raise no quitter! They could do this!  They’d pull this shit off with or without backup. So with a sharp snort, Buzzard continued onward.