Inevitably roared, screeched, flailed, and eventually faded into the demise of the crows. He snorted, amused, at the flock around them, descended into nothing but plenty of carcasses and corpses for meat, feathers, and bones. Job well done he rumbled, content with the decrepit arrangement, hellhound tail wagging at the surplus. Figuring Sah had his fill and enough for the day as well, he started to gather them, already taking a few in his jaws, for the eventual sojourn to Halo. We can head home, with more than enough for those who needed it – another communal sharing of stores and wares.
[FIN]
[FIN]
Deimos
I will either find a way, or make one
