With Indefatigable Wings//B&G
It figures, one of the few times he wandered away from camp, Baran was almost immediately beset by one of those evil beasts of the sky; birds. He’d been just about to charge a deer he’s spotted, knowing just how good a stew Jinx could make with it, when he’d felt the splat on his shoulder. He hadn’t even had to look to know what it was.
With a roar, the deer forgotten as it retreated from the noise, Baran turned his eyes to the sky, searching for the bastard. He could only just make out the beast once it flew across the moon, a brief flash of green, its shadow sliding over his face as if it were mocking him. Another roar, this one more than a challenge and out of anger, and he was off, flying as fast as his wings would carry him to catch up to the winged spawn of demons.
Either he’d be returning the favor or simply crushing it between his fingers, he was catching that damned bird.
@garfleldlogan