A bunch of horses complain about the idea of playing with wolves. Weaver has little magic to help except for the part where she can’t die. So they can eat her all her want, it doesn’t really concern her much. She has little else in the way of magic to help, though her and raven can scavenge for meat to offer. They were both more capable of scavenging than hunting, though they could sort of hunt. It was felling the beasts that was sort of hard as a raven, but she suspects the Basin army could take care of that part. If they can kill a damn bear…
She keeps all her sassy remarks to herself, instead after a while finally just adding. “I can watch them from the trees or the sky. Harder to kill me when they can’t get to me.” To be fair, she would try really hard to figure out a way to watch them as a horse too, just for the hell of it, just to see if she could. But for the purposes of accomplishing something, watching them either from the air or as a raven would serve more purpose. “We’re a pretty decent pair at finding meat, too.” If you throw meat at the wolves and then get out of the way, they are far more likely to eat the dead thing that there for the taking.
Beloved mutters under her breath, just loud enough for Weaver to hear. She laughs at that, agreeing, because she’s really not concerned about being eaten. Ah, mortals. Silly creatures, sometimes. Though she is glad to hear they might actually do something with those ruined Sentinels. They were kind of cool, and would be way cooler if they weren’t worthless. And then, as Beloved laughter recedes behind her, Weaver figures it’s about time for her to go as well. Maybe she’d go scouting for wolves.
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@Beloved ...this is largely because Weaver needed to bite back, thanks ;)
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