As the man writhed, to eventually pass out, Gaius hopped out of range of any flailing and flapped his wings, gaining some altitude by perching on a nearby fence. He observed as Dune dealt with the man, content to let the agent carry on. He contemplated his hunger, present but not overwhelming, and pondered if he could make a meal of this man's compatriots. Would one be missed, if they were launching a rescue mission?
His contemplation of what his next meal might be was interrupted as Dune emerged from the alley she'd dragged the body into, the raven turning his head to observe her. He met her smirk with a tilt of his avian head, humming out light laughter.
“Indeed,” he intoned, walking closer to her along the wall he was perched on. “Shall we track down your lost man?”
His contemplation of what his next meal might be was interrupted as Dune emerged from the alley she'd dragged the body into, the raven turning his head to observe her. He met her smirk with a tilt of his avian head, humming out light laughter.
“Indeed,” he intoned, walking closer to her along the wall he was perched on. “Shall we track down your lost man?”