are you telling this story or am I?
With a pale face flecked by crimson feathers and teeth made sharp by her shift, Fiadh watches as Tal's plan plays out. It's not quite poetry in motion (nowhere near, a more experienced eye would judge), but it certainly seems to be getting the job done. She doesn't ask about the gore crow feathers, because that's none of her business, but as he tries to make for the Fyrhund, Fiadh starts her distraction tactics.
Spearing into the air with a powerful kick from her talons, the harpy spreads her wings and swoops in tandem with Boreal, intending at this point to aid with the chaos caused by the murder of crows. She can't distract the mama lava dog away from Tal before she's even focused on him, right?
She wonders how difficult it is to train a lava dog, anyway. That pup looks pretty docile.
Spearing into the air with a powerful kick from her talons, the harpy spreads her wings and swoops in tandem with Boreal, intending at this point to aid with the chaos caused by the murder of crows. She can't distract the mama lava dog away from Tal before she's even focused on him, right?
She wonders how difficult it is to train a lava dog, anyway. That pup looks pretty docile.
Fiadh
Raccoon | Red Fox | Red Kite | Boomslang | Otter | Harpy
