But in the end, you don't get another shot

[Attila Aston]

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ooc: Hey, time for Attila find another target besides Claudius to bully at! *evil laughter*

Attila's smile was wide as he ate a deer burguer. The deer burguer with lots of onion and sauce. The one Markku had promised him during his Journey. After that near-death experience, Markku promised him that he'd get that burguer and that he'd help the pale boy with bullying his brother. Unfortunately, Markku tried to avoid that second one, which led the boy to think he wasn't going to help him out. Well, at least he wasn't that disappointed. Something in his mind told him that the grizzly bear wasn't going to help him at all since the beginning.

He tried to forget those thoughts and only concentrate in the taste of the food. The little fire in front of them had some tools for cooking, the bear lying behind him, so the Aston kid could lay his back to the massive, fuzzy frame of the bear. It felt just so good. A good food, with a cozy fire and a very comfortable seat. What else could he want?

Keen, the baby barn owl, cawed from Attila's head. The nestling was always using the white mane of the growing boy, that was just a tuff of white fur in the top of his head. A lot of it, and it could be easily used as a nest for him. The caw of the young bird was not of pain, but of a plea. Food, of course... Attila knew that owls were carnivourous, and that an young avian like Keen needed a good amount of food to develop. He pulled out a small piece of his burguer with the gray claws and rose it to the top of his head. Then he felt it being grabbed out of his claws, which meant the owl had got it. He then relaxed the arm, his eyes aiming the sky, althought he couldn't see the bird. "You're gonna get really fat, you little feather ball!" he told to the bird, which cried with a rather giggly tone. It was really weird! He just shook his head, in disbelief. His back then trembled and he glanced to the bear. Laughing too. "What, now you talk owl-ish?" The boy asked, an annoyed tone in his voice. "Rath'r..." The bear answered, the husky, rough voice a bit giggly as well. The boy rolled the grayish blue eyes, and returned his attention to the food again.

"So, whelp... Did ya lik'it?" Markku asked. After all, it was him that made the burguer, and helped Attila to take over the dove. Otherwise, he wouldn't be eating a deer burguer. The bully boy nodded widely to him, with a smile in his full mouth. The bear grinned a smile full of giant teeth. Those recalled of his first meeting, when those teeth almost had him a heart attack. It made the boy giggle, but not so hard, with the irony.

The sun was high in the sky, but not yet noon. Besides, there was enough clouds in the sky to allow the boy to stay without a shelter. If it wasn't so, the little owl would be frying up along with his head.

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