With belly full, Itzal sat back to watch the other scavengers taking their share of the recently deceased animal. It had been many months since he had left the pack's lands. He tried to make his trips to the roguelands as scarce as possible, finding all that open, uninhabited space nerve-wrecking. He was so used to being surrounded by skeletons or bone piles of other collectors, that all that space was unnerving. All that wasted space! The roguelands were deeming with so many things to collect, yet no one out there seemed to be collecting them. At least not that he had seen. Perhaps he should try to go a little bit further than the Mava'Bunda's front yard.
Licking his lips, the hyena watched as two vultures squabbled over the same hunk of meat, their beaks snapping at each other. There really was no need for it, all this fighting in a land so rich with food. Didn't they see that? It wasn't even all rotting, yet.
Itzal gave the arguing birds a loud snort, enough to send the closest scurrying back from him in fear he was going to chase them off from the carcass. So loud. Who in their right minds could ever like birds? With a yawn, he got up to stretch his legs before turning his back on the creatures. Now that his needs were met, there was work to be done. Like the endless supply of piles he needed to sort through. It was about time he made a trip to the roguelands soon and he needed to pick out the worthy pieces for trade.
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