That, indeed, is putting it lightly. Danta has contented himself with hassling a few of the herd as he notices the rogue pyrina continue to list off towards some bit of fireweed or another, and he only freewheels back up and overhead as he spots Maea take her shot. His cries of meat! are almost overjoyed, though they do have the rest of the herd instantly scattering in a panic as they realise what has crept into their midst. Of course, the cry also starts an echo of other gore crows in the distance, though Danta doubts they'll get close until the molten tigress has had her fill.
Something Maea will be more than capable of doing; the sheep goes down easily under her large paws, and its wool, while fireproof, is nothing to the unyielding grasp of her teeth. Maea will be free to tear into it and feast as she pleases, and Danta, as a faithful carrion, will wait his turn. Not out of politeness, you understand - he just doesn't want her to snap at any of his feathers.
Something Maea will be more than capable of doing; the sheep goes down easily under her large paws, and its wool, while fireproof, is nothing to the unyielding grasp of her teeth. Maea will be free to tear into it and feast as she pleases, and Danta, as a faithful carrion, will wait his turn. Not out of politeness, you understand - he just doesn't want her to snap at any of his feathers.
Dantalion
put your emptiness to melody, your awful heart to song
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
