[ fig, wisely, opts to linger where he's left, taking comfort in the sweeping shade of the tree and the lifeless carcass left by his feet. a touch morbid, perhaps, but as a former predator, he can appreciate the warning it sends. not that it was needed; as the other creatures descend, neither feather nor talon reach him thanks to his newfound meatshield here, effortlessly delivering the rest of them as swift an end as the first.
when the man delivers him that arched brow, surrounded by such carnage, it should have been off-putting. but fig simply smiles, cheerily lifting that beanie in his hand. ]
I kept your little hat safe. Guess we both did well, didn't we?
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when the man delivers him that arched brow, surrounded by such carnage, it should have been off-putting. but fig simply smiles, cheerily lifting that beanie in his hand. ]
I kept your little hat safe. Guess we both did well, didn't we?