Please do not hate me. Thread takes place a bit away from eastern Dahlian borders.
The man stared at the remaining pieces of what probably had been a small deer before someone had managed to catch it and torment it for what probably had been a long while before it had gotten its head ripped off. Chocolate ears were flickered backwards against his skull as he simply studied the thing with a set of warmly coloured blue orbs. He did not really like this. Conor had once saved a small baby fox from Haku’s experimenting. He wondered if the boy would believe it was his father that was responsible for it. Decapitating was not Haku’s style though. Such a waste of meat as well, now when winter was waiting on the door step and all. When would Cercelee decide to do something to end this madness. First metal traps that could snap one’s legs in half, now dead and tortured animals. What would be next? A wolf? A Dahlian member? Yellowing teeth grinded together in thought before the man approached the sad pieces of animal and sniffed it. His stomach rumbled with discomfort, and his body was too tired to go out in search for fresh meat.