I'll Sing You One Last Song

Bane couldn't help but grin as his?head jerked back to break off two ribs, a set of firm snaps being heard as the set of meat-baring prizes were pried apart. The flesh was licked and peeled from the bones like the bark of a mimosa tree being pulls downward. Destructions words rung in the elders mind as he scraped and bit into his meal, all the while continuing to listen. "I am, and let me tell you Des, Tahlia... Tahlia has been one of the best thing to happen to me ever since I've come to these new lands after the eruption. And even now, things are going just fine now that the friendly she-wolf just brought me a meal and ignoring the condition of talking to a banished." Bane's head tossed in an exaggerated show of surprise and sarcastically whined. "Scandalous!"

The elder was quiet at the mentioning of his traps as he continued to feed for a few moments. His silence would be answer enough as well as how he voraciously tore at the flesh and jerked his head back to swallow. Bane delayed his answer about Destruction in regards to her mood and couldn't help but give a tail wag that swished over the dry soil along with a dip of his head. "That's good."

The elder's one good eye peered past Des at the closest trap and jerked his head at the bloody protrusions. Blood was thick in the air and all animals could undoubtedly smell it. Bane looked down at the choicest meat and viscera covered organs and started to pull out pieces of liver before swallowing. The twice-banished finished the liver and didn't resume until after the heart was consumed. "These traps now smell of blood and death ever since winter ended. There was a surge of prey out foraging since the snow went away... and for about four days after winter passed I'd constantly fill myself and let the rest of the dead stay. No animals come around here anymore from the smell. I simply couldn't eat enough. Now I've hardly fed on anything from a trap... I should bury them and hope to the gods that prey returns."