your carcass brings all the birbs to the yard

“Indeed” The Warlord agreed as he gently returned the bird to the ground. Releasing his talon and looking down at the little critter. As for the question of flight - “No. His wings are more decorative. A bird like yourself has hollow bones. It makes you light” he lectured. Having caught and eaten enough birds to know the truth of it. “Mortis is a stocky young wolf the same height as me. His wings would never get him off the ground” But wouldn’t that be something?

He shook his head, and hooked the meat to a tree branch so it could drip dry, throwing the carcass up next to it. “It’ll take a lot longer than that for your feathers to come in. But be patient, and you’ll get there. When you do… the size of you…” The Warlord shook his head in wonder. “If you ever want a job in the Armada, look me up.”


"Sirius"