OPEN moral of the story is

[VALE]

graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ gyrfalcon

From way up in the sky, the gyrfalcon spotted the pink raccoon. Helped that the baby was alongside the river!

“Aye, Ryosuke, whatcha find?!” Vale called down. The gyrfalcon dived, turned up right before hitting the water and circled the spidercat and pink racoon. “Bahahaha!” Vale cackled. Then cackled louder. How many weird children were arriving on the Big Island and who was bringing them?! A spider-cat. A snake-cat. A pink racoon.

Did the mainlanders think cannibals wanted to eat their rejects?! Like, hello, children are long-term investments?! Hardly a snack today, but good labor that churns out work until it drops dead and can feed a half-a-dozen!

“Bahahaha!” Vale was still cackling. It was absurd! Cannibals! Raising! Silly lil babies nobody on the manland wanted!

CAUTERIZED AND ATROPHIED ★ THIS IS MY UNBECOMING ★ NOW I WAIT FOR THE