Haunted Wood i made your father scream

He grunted at the flat retort. The bird was no concern of his anymore, the past was the past and all that. All he wanted to do was give the guy a good beating. Funny how he had gone this long without biting him at least once.

His ears slicked back and shot forward just as he finished speaking. Hunt them? What was that supposed to mean? Eat them? No, he couldn't be that stupid. Orochi sat down again. His rage had subsided, now it was replaced with genuine curiosity.