[glow=#000,1,400]I WISH I COULD ESCAPE, I DON'T WANNA FAKE IT ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Oh, there definitely was a douchebag with vulture-like mannerisms with a name that started with a K in the group but it wasn't Karen. Kliment didn't normally think all that much about how fallen animals had or hadn't been sentient in any form, it was eat or starve, in the the world he had grown into. Kliment made exceptions for his clanmates but other than that he ate what he could and there wasn't a lot of it, truth be told, he was getting rather snappish these past few days so when the smell of a grizzly bear within his smell radar popped up there was no way in hell that he was going to miss out on this possible banquet. Arriving at the scene, Kliment could see that Myhri was already there standing in front of the deceased bear and with a twitch of his nostrils would the hellhound lean forward to make sure the creature was dead. They were definitely dead thus it puzzled him as to why the canine would bother conjuring a flower to place atop of the bears snout, his silence was rather rude but he honestly didn't know what the fuck was going on. Eventually, he parted his jaws speaking in a deep rumble with heavy Russian accent weaving around his words "ARE YOU GOING TO EAT THAT?" He might as well ask even if he was a starving brute, his eyes were locked onto the prize and he was determined to at least run off with the bears leg or even a chunk of the flank. Anything. [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]