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Loren sent a pulse of agreement, though he followed it up with the mental equivalent of a shrug. There are crops that grow in the snow. Granted, they are few and far between. Still, I didn’t see anything resembling agricultural development of fresh produce. Then, though, his nostrils flared and his eyes darted this way and that as they processed everything going on around him.
Perhaps it was because he was so deep in his senses, and as a side effect of that, his instincts, that he reacted as he did as the cries rose. Regardless of the reason, when the oh-so appealing smelling and looking white-feathered birds darted past, the honey badger took over. With a snarl, he wheeled and chased after them, paws scrabbling. As the birds and him both reached the alley, he lunged for one and managed to get his teeth on its neck.
However, he hadn't accounted for the chill and the ice, so he put a little too much force into his lunge. Sliding on an unexpected patch of black ice in the alley, he slammed into a wall, bringing the Ningo with him. While he was disoriented, it batted at him with its wings, clawed at him with his talons, and pecked at him, squawking all they while. It was enough to get him to release it, but as soon as it fled again, he gave chase once more.
It. Was. On.
Perhaps it was because he was so deep in his senses, and as a side effect of that, his instincts, that he reacted as he did as the cries rose. Regardless of the reason, when the oh-so appealing smelling and looking white-feathered birds darted past, the honey badger took over. With a snarl, he wheeled and chased after them, paws scrabbling. As the birds and him both reached the alley, he lunged for one and managed to get his teeth on its neck.
However, he hadn't accounted for the chill and the ice, so he put a little too much force into his lunge. Sliding on an unexpected patch of black ice in the alley, he slammed into a wall, bringing the Ningo with him. While he was disoriented, it batted at him with its wings, clawed at him with his talons, and pecked at him, squawking all they while. It was enough to get him to release it, but as soon as it fled again, he gave chase once more.
It. Was. On.
Never judge a book by its cover.
