Easy pickings

Then I’ll take the pelt Strai scowled, despite his desire for the head, he suddenly felt as if he was missing out. After all, as Thrall he had very little possessions of his own. So far, his home consisted of an outcropping that escaped some of the wind, and a battered rabbit carcass for a pillow. But he had made his decision, and he supposed he didn’t really want to challenge this axe-wielding adult.

“I plan to make the four prominent teeth into daggers” He explained to the stranger. Perhaps he could gift two to Delphi, and she could put them in her scruff or something for added defence. “I’m Strai, and I had it, but, thanks I guess.”


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