[Spike's bird was more quiet, following along peacefully as it was now aware of the strength in the hand clamping its beak shut. Maybe it had a bit of a concussion. Maybe Spike didn't care. The girl had asked him not to kill it and he hadn't. Animals weren't pets for him.
Or maybe the bird had finally picked up on the scent of unlife coming from him. Either way, it wasn't fussing and he looked back at it, then over at hers before he answered her with a shrug.]
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Or maybe the bird had finally picked up on the scent of unlife coming from him. Either way, it wasn't fussing and he looked back at it, then over at hers before he answered her with a shrug.]
Dunno. First time I've seen one.