Redtail Rise we have a flair for the shade and the inbetween

buzzard was goading him. condor knew enough to know when buzzard was goading him. but when it came to self-control in matters of the family he came up painfully short, especially when it was this particular sibling.

anyone else. ANYONE ELSE, and condor wouldn't have to deal with all of this slander, because he'd have long since gotten rid of the problem. but no, it was buzzard. he had no choice but to endure. and what a task it was.

"how unusual of you to refuse a complement," condor said icily as the scrap of a child rose up on his hindlegs, snapping his forearms into the air, and continued to show a stunning lack of awareness about his current situation. which was, in condor's current mood, not good.

"how about this, darling," the word dripped with venom. "i spare this creature's life for daring to talk to me like this, and then we'll trade it back for a meal." condor's nose wrinkled, and he lifted his head pointedly away from the child. "if anyone wants it, that is." then again, wolves did have the worst taste, else they would have gotten rid of this thing already.