Silvertip Mountain needlepoint

Well they thought they should be let go. Buzzard got really tired of this game really fast. But simply asking to leave wouldn’t be enough. This guy really loved toying around with them, and he wouldn’t give up his play thing that easily.

Play thing. The thought of being seen as nothing more than that to a pack of wolves made their blood boil.

I’m not staying here. Buzzard slowed to a stop and their muscles tensed. It took everything in their power not to fuck up his face even more right now. You think I’m some stupid, helpless animal? Well I’m not. I’m smarter than all of you and I’m gonna slip out of here when you least expect it.