Snowforest Taiga at a loss

"i won't eatcha, if that's what's got you so riled. but my friend up there will in a week or so, once that hole in your face has grown green and nasty." the word is a sneer as it leaves her lips. and as if to prove her point the bird swoops low, silent before rising back overhead. watching, waiting.

a soft click of tongue against teeth and the vulture soars above, away and out of sight. hätiya gives the woman a smug look and sidles past her with head held high.

"garlic and clove, once you're finished mopin' like a damn dog. chew it, rub it on your gross eye-hole a few times a day 'n you'll be fine. or keel over and die, i don't really care."

"either way you're goddamn pathetic, draggin' yourself around like you're already dead. and that's comin' from me."