Shibas scowled as he limped a few steps before dropping onto his butt. "You a**!" he snarled at his familiar. "How the hell are we going to eat if you keep attacking me whenever I piss you off?"
"You deserved it," the vulture flying in circles over his head called down. "Now die already so I can have at least one final meal!"
Shibasa waited until he dove just close enough before jumping, swiping at the vulture with his paw and catching one of his tail feathers. The vulture yelped and raced away, leaving Shibasa to nurse the bloody gouge on his front right leg. He laid down and licked it, muttering evilly about b*****d familiars.
That lasted for all of twenty seconds before he fell onto his side and started snoring, uncaring that he was in the middle of the small clearing, completely unguarded and vulnerable. The red feather fluttered beside him, then was picked up by a breeze, floating away.
