Splinter

Ty’s mouth hung open as he watched the birds. They were magnificent, gigantic creatures tearing into the carcass with hooked beaks. He continued to wade through the grass long after his sister had stopped, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets as he approached the behemoths. He crouched down, watching them intently, learning all he could. These weren’t quails, these were beasts they stank of death and bird lice and their beaks clicked furiously as they snapped at each other's unprotected heads. Simply magnificent. One of the buzzards raised it's meaty and blood caked head, its beady black eyes focusing on the pup that it deemed too close before it raised its wings and charged with a throaty shriek. Tyranis gave a terrified squeal and ran from the attacking bird as fast as he could, satisfying the bird before it returned to its feast

Ty continued to run, quickly closing the gap between himself and his sister. As he drew closer, cautioned a glance over his shoulder to see if he was still being pursued. At first, he only saw the congress of buzzards a safe distance away but his line of sight quickly tilted as he tripped over his large paws and landed ass over tea kettle before falling onto his back with a loud “wuff” as the air was forced from his lungs. He could see his sister’s paws from his place on the ground but not much else and could already feel his face flushing with embarrassment.

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