Silvertip Mountain i’m afraid to leave the house

By the time he got back, there was practically an ocean of drool at their paws. Buzzard wasted no time tearing into the otter as soon as it was dropped. Never had they so feverishly eaten something before. It was as though they hadn’t even smelled a scrap of meat in years. Well it sure did feel like it.
So you said — the sentence was briefly cut short by a few messy bites — you said you had a story or something? The meal put Buzzard in a good mood in the moment, so they wouldn’t tell this guy off just yet.