Bearclaw Valley Single file, like soldiers on a mission.

The pieces fell away. A small skull tipped off of the pedestal of stacked ribs and caught the edge of an intact beak, briefly standing at a point, as if the bird had come alive without its skin and bowed its head. Bits of wing bone scattered one way and a dried foot went another.

They will not like that. A familiar voice cautioned.

Karst looked up and abruptly caught the pale face of Averna in his gaze. Her tone was empty; her eyes were sharp and hard to look upon, at least for the boy, and he could not hold her gaze for long. His dark ears pressed flat.

Who..? Kart asks in his timid manner, looking around owlishly for - well, he wasn't sure exactly. He expected swift retribution from someone, but it was only himself and Averna present.