Ankyra Sound twelve-hundred people dead or left to die

bartok held his successes near and dear to his gizzard. any day that he didn't end up imprisoned in the compromising and unforgiving cage of jaws was a day to rejoice, and luckily for him this wolf didn't appear to be gifted with the jaw-eye coordination to pull off a stunt such as plucking a bird mid-flight.

he crowed with delight as she shrieked, swooping upwards and through the tops of the behemoth trees, leaving the stunned wolf to briefly liquidize in her fear as he cackled.

peering down to ascertain where he had left her, the raven plummeted through the trees, coming up behind her once again and attempting to pull at the tufts on her nape, before sharply and dexterously trying to make off with a piece of the meat briefly forsaken from her possession.