Silvertip Mountain i’m afraid to leave the house

Buzzard could just barely hear an approach over their cursing, but they acted as though they didn’t notice at all. They were in too much pain to give a damn, and they didn’t want to talk to any of these wolves anyways. Maybe he’d gawk at them for a bit, laugh, and go about his day. But he greeted them in a sickly chipper tone that made their blood boil.

The coyote shot up and spat, I’m fucking dying. A fact that seemed to go over the head of this guy. That or he’s making some sort of sick joke. It pissed them off one way or another.

Did your boss send you to finally feed me to your dumb god or did you just wanna fuck with me?