Damon frowned. This was no fun. His brows pulled together slightly as irritation settled in his expression.
He had come here personally for blood and carnage. He wanted fresh meat something to work with for his practice on soul manipulation… or rather, wasn't transmutation the better term now, considering he was actively rewriting what a soul was?
That thought lingered as his eyes shifted to his shoulders, where the raven and the squirrel were shamelessly clinging to him, feathers and fur brushing his armor as they loudly badmouthed one another.
Damon's frown deepened.
"That's enough, you two. I don't have time for this…"
The raven ruffled its feathers sharply while the squirrel's tail lashed once. They shot each other vicious glares before reluctantly pulling back, their bodies stiff with barely restrained hostility.
Then, with surprising newfound unity, they both turned toward the boss of the Black Crows kneeling on the floor.
