[Training] finger to the pulse

sah Sah groaned through the bond as Deimos turned his plan against him. The fyrhund ducked, avoiding the sharp talons directed his way. Twisting, the fyrhund sent out acid as one gore crow got too close for comfort. It backed off with a 'caw', deciding to turn to its meal. Much to Sah's relief, the others soon followed after annoying the younger hybrid for another few moments. By then Deimos had already won the race. The fyrhund trotted over, amusement ringing through the bond. Congratulations. When I gain the ability to compel animals, we should have a rematch. With the race over, Sah became well aware of his growing appetite. They could hunt, sure. But the Wild Thunder was craving the luxere stew that one of the small shops had been advertising. His stomach growled at the thought. It was certainly time to go home. -[FIN]