A lone Decidueye stands on Poni Island, over the corpse of a Raticate, a some what larger and bulkier build now, and he pulls out the blade from their chest before pulling his leg up in one hand to stretch himself better. Allowing his blade to falter back into it’s leafy orgins, he’d be sure to kick the body to ensure it’s demise, giving a little jump back as it twitched, only to calm himself once more.
“Lunch time then”
A sharp talon digs into the corpse his his wings prepare themselves for flight and he lifts up flapping away off of the ground.











