Sheepeater Cliff Squad F, for fuck's sake! Stop playing Bejeweled!

If u get my reference ily <3

fuck oFF!

With a screech, the eagle wheeled away from wildly snapping ivories, followed by malice filled eyes. The young wolfdog gave a few more snaps of his fangs, before settling back down over his hard won meal. It wasn’t even a full sheep, just a leg he’d managed to tear from a mangled carcass.

¡Pájaro tonto! ¡Déjame en paz!

Honestly. Wickett just wanted to eat his stupid meal, go fuck off somewhere away from dumb birds, and just be left alone. He ripped a shred away from the leg, chewing on it angrily.