6/16/2026, 11:19 AM
How should I know? I just got here,he quipped back, cocking his head,
But who cares? You’re alive. Breathing.
A shrill CAW drew his attention up to the swarm of ravens waiting for a perceived feast; a weak, apparently dying creature was indeed an opportunity a hungry scavenger shouldn’t pass up. Cyril couldn’t hate them for it, he was an opportunist of his own brand.
He smiled coolly as he turned his attention back to the stranger,
Though it seems like the birds haven’t caught the memo yet. Are you going to stand, or just waiting to feed them? That would be quite the show.