LOCKE
Admittedly, he doesn't notice the crows at first, too intent on making sure the casks are sealed properly. The boom from Maeve's whip, however, is very hard to miss. It actually startles him and he partially shifts out of reflex, claws digging into the side of the cart. He can pay for that, probably. He mutters under his breath, swatting flies away before jumping out of the cart.
He makes sure he's away from the flaming whip (when did she get that???) when he shifts, spotted fur replacing scarred skin. The crows seem perfectly content on harassing the trio and you know what? He's never tried hunting birds as a cat. Which is, frankly, a shame. He stalks towards one that is distracted by Maeve's oh so shiny whip and pounces, aiming to grab it in his claws. They're not the only things that are hungry..
He makes sure he's away from the flaming whip (when did she get that???) when he shifts, spotted fur replacing scarred skin. The crows seem perfectly content on harassing the trio and you know what? He's never tried hunting birds as a cat. Which is, frankly, a shame. He stalks towards one that is distracted by Maeve's oh so shiny whip and pounces, aiming to grab it in his claws. They're not the only things that are hungry..
It's like a bit of light
and a touch of dark
and a touch of dark
