Xant
The Zirez Tribe
Xant smacked his lips. Ahh, bugs...The thought of the crunchy, delicious flavor rolling around on his tongue made Xant's fur stick on end. "When do you plan on leaving?" He asked Poison. Xant wanted to make sure that none of the birds attack while they were foraging; that was his job as a Sentry, after all. He gritted his teeth, and promised himself a good beating to the head if he fell asleep during his watch; he couldn't bare to live with himself if one of his Tribe members died while he was snoozing. His little bobbed tail swung back and forth, allowing his eagerness for food be shown. His empty stomach was hungry, Xant hadn't risked finding food with the predators so close. With that thought, Xant let a stray eye look up. He could of sworn he could see the soft gleam of the light hitting one of the birds sharp talons. His ears twitched. I'm watching, you, bird.
The Zirez Tribe
Xant smacked his lips. Ahh, bugs...The thought of the crunchy, delicious flavor rolling around on his tongue made Xant's fur stick on end. "When do you plan on leaving?" He asked Poison. Xant wanted to make sure that none of the birds attack while they were foraging; that was his job as a Sentry, after all. He gritted his teeth, and promised himself a good beating to the head if he fell asleep during his watch; he couldn't bare to live with himself if one of his Tribe members died while he was snoozing. His little bobbed tail swung back and forth, allowing his eagerness for food be shown. His empty stomach was hungry, Xant hadn't risked finding food with the predators so close. With that thought, Xant let a stray eye look up. He could of sworn he could see the soft gleam of the light hitting one of the birds sharp talons. His ears twitched. I'm watching, you, bird.