Ruffling feathers to rid them of the light mist that had settled over him,
Kreios exhaled, sending a puff of moisture from his nostrels. Frowning out at the landscape, once cracked and dry dirt merging together, turning the Baro territory into nothing more than a mudhole. He much prefered the dry, no matter the temporaray relief rain brought with it.
Further puffing out bright feathers to sheild from the drizzle black eyes turned to focus on the small mouse nearby, using the cover of vegitation to protect itself from the weather. Instinctly large muscles tensed, prepared to snap at the creature before reminding himself he'd already eaten his full earlier. Though a meal in Baro territory was few and far between, and mostly scraps. Eyes trained on the creature, watching its movements. He could wait, after all.
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