reliable - open; hunting on the cliffs

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I DON'T CARE WHO I MIGHT HURT ALONG THE WAY, I'M FUCKING SINKING

He had started to pluck some of the vivid red feathers from the creature when he suddenly jerked back. He blinked his eyes a little as he stared at the feathers. No, they hadn't been dripping. He breathed out slowly before he moved a bit closer to the bird. But his whole attitude had shifted. He didn't want it anymore and he wasn't going to take it with him. Though he slowly raised his head as he heard someone talking and coming closer to him. The creature that came up was someone he had seen around. Someone he had never given two thoughts about. The way he ended his sentence made his two toned eyes narrowed a bit. But he understood it. He wasn't the most...friendly canine around. He still had his misgivings about the place. Not one to mask his displeasure because to him faking happiness was dumb. Still he didn't see a reason to be gruff about anything currently. He was mainly just tired. "Thanks...." He began quietly before he looked to the bird.

For a moment longer he didn't say anything before he sighed. He should at least try to be friendly in a place he didn't want to be. He couldn't change the decision of his father's making so he merely glanced back over to Drayden. He didn't know his name. Great. "You can, um, have the bird if you want. I'm not going to use it and I don't like stringy meat." All lies. Horrible terrible lies but it wasn't like the other would know that. "I'm....Sauvignon." The borzoi muttered out almost like an afterthought. But it was polite to introduce oneself.

SAUVIGNON - 11 MONTHS - PALM GLADES

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