"I have not heard of a vet being in the convoy," is the crisp response. The black feathers hide wounds remarkably well, red doesn't show up well against them, but where it reaches golden fur or silver scales, it's vivid splotches of red. "I'll be fine." For a given meaning of 'fine', he is literally a monstrous amalgamation of creatures right now, and actually fine is .. not a thing that he's going to be experiencing for a while.
But if he could get in and out of warzones stoic, or get in and out of research and development without baring any weakness for them to pry apart, he'll manage here too.
His head tilts to regard the bird on the ground with one eye, then turn to try to get it in view with both before reaching to pick it up. If nothing else he still had manual dexterity, and a dirty half-eaten carcass on the ground is hardly the worst thing he's handled, but .. "I don't think it's fit for human consumption at this point. I'll dispose of what's left."
The addition is soft; something will have to be done with it, and part of him very much wants to finish what he started. The rest is revolted.
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But if he could get in and out of warzones stoic, or get in and out of research and development without baring any weakness for them to pry apart, he'll manage here too.
His head tilts to regard the bird on the ground with one eye, then turn to try to get it in view with both before reaching to pick it up. If nothing else he still had manual dexterity, and a dirty half-eaten carcass on the ground is hardly the worst thing he's handled, but .. "I don't think it's fit for human consumption at this point. I'll dispose of what's left."
The addition is soft; something will have to be done with it, and part of him very much wants to finish what he started. The rest is revolted.