Blacktail Deer Plateau Raven Moon

it wasn't that he was worried. no, definitely not. he was only all the way over the mountains now because he had... other reasons to be there. good reasons. great, actually!

and if those reasons had him having the time to maybe keep an eye out for a certain someone's pale plumage-- well, then, nobody could call him clingy.

the mouse made another squeak beneath his talons, pulling yonder into the now. with palpable grumpiness, he stabbed his beak into the rodent's eye socket, effectively silencing his meal's protests.

what a crappy mood he'd been put into.