[He snorts. It's a quiet sound, a slight grit to an exhale. Occupational hazard.] My bad. [Not sounding at all guilty.
His eyes are back to being focused on the trunk, looking upwards. He mutters a quiet 'magnify', letting the system in his shades zoom in on the surface. It seemed like a bird of prey had been attacked, but he hasn't seen the tracks their regular predators tend to leave.
What the hell.
He frowns at the word choice, though. ] "Chasing things around"?
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His eyes are back to being focused on the trunk, looking upwards. He mutters a quiet 'magnify', letting the system in his shades zoom in on the surface. It seemed like a bird of prey had been attacked, but he hasn't seen the tracks their regular predators tend to leave.
What the hell.
He frowns at the word choice, though. ] "Chasing things around"?