No threat. No intrusion.
No meal. Nudge's rear was rounding the corner now, his crack disappearing into the crack through which it had come. From this very-nearly-safe perspective, Nudge risked a quick upwards glimpse, of the pack leader. Just a quick impression, that was all, before he scooted his wily, clever self out of sight.
Sentience…voracious hunger…
…and spiny, sharp-tined wings.
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