[He only gives it the tiniest glance as it shows its appreciation for being shot through the wing, soaring off. Turning his attention to the rustling of leaves and the soft padding of the hunters, he makes a note of how many were there. Seven, eight. There might be more, but he's not concerned. Floating there above the pit, he waits, until they finally show themselves- and charge at the duo, teeth bared.
Several come at once, and the prince doesn't move an inch until he can feel their breath on him as they pounce.
And he vanishes, in an instant, letting them fall to their demise.]
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Several come at once, and the prince doesn't move an inch until he can feel their breath on him as they pounce.
And he vanishes, in an instant, letting them fall to their demise.]