"Done."
Erblim reported as he landed on Azel's shoulder, with his wings folding neatly as he shook off a few specks of blood. He had done some thorough tossing and turning mid-air.
"Thank you," Azel said calmly.
Irene, standing nearby, wrinkled her nose at the sight or rather, the smell.
"Maybe you should take a bath, Mr. Erblim." she said, giving the crow a pointed look. "You smell like blood and brains."
Erblim puffed his chest or tried to, considering he was a crow and let out an offended squawk before flapping toward the mansion.
"Please make sure he completely cleans himself," Azel said, rubbing his temple.
"Yes, my lord." Irene bowed politely before heading after the bird.
Ravik, still in his towering werewolf form, was hauling the two massive bird corpses toward the kitchen or rather Marty's place which had become a busy place.
His claws dug into their thick hides with ease, dragging them like sacks of flour.
