Moonsprout, head deep in the grass, notices a variety of flowers and herbs that appear much more appealing than the unnecessary ruckus occurring near his backside. He moves through the grass, head down, in the direction of Short Order for as far as he can, looking for anything that can be of use.
He pokes his head up at one point just in time to see a seagull swoop down and gulp up a morsel of loose zombie flesh that had flown into the air.
Things look pretty dicey as the zombies move in on his new friends. Though he's resolved not to cause harm to any creature, he figures maybe Mother Earth wouldn't be too upset with simply nudging the nature in a more favorable direction for he and his party.
Oh yoo-hoo, bird brains. He calls out to the seagulls circling overhead. Those zombies look like a totally free meal. You could probably gather up your feathered friends and like, totally dine like kings.
Moonsprout vasts Speak with Animals on himself and tries to goad the birds to start picking away at the zombies' flesh.
He pokes his head up at one point just in time to see a seagull swoop down and gulp up a morsel of loose zombie flesh that had flown into the air.
Things look pretty dicey as the zombies move in on his new friends. Though he's resolved not to cause harm to any creature, he figures maybe Mother Earth wouldn't be too upset with simply nudging the nature in a more favorable direction for he and his party.
Oh yoo-hoo, bird brains. He calls out to the seagulls circling overhead. Those zombies look like a totally free meal. You could probably gather up your feathered friends and like, totally dine like kings.
Moonsprout vasts Speak with Animals on himself and tries to goad the birds to start picking away at the zombies' flesh.
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