"How dare you feed a witch rotten meat!"
The Flying Eagle Witch, who was dreaming of a grand feast, was jolted awake by the foul stench of long-spoiled prey filling his nostrils. He shot upright with a WHOOSH, letting out a furious bellow.
But...
The Black Wolf Witch, who was in the middle of moving his foot toward the Lion Witch's head, turned to look quizzically at the Flying Eagle Witch. "What are you dreaming about? It's nowhere near time to eat yet."
As he spoke, he continued to dangle his foot right next to the Lion Witch's head.
Seeing this, the Flying Eagle Witch felt utterly disgusted. "You bastard, is that how you woke me up just now?"
The Black Wolf Witch chuckled mischievously and nodded. "Of course it is."
With that, he turned his foot toward the Snow Tiger Witch, who was snoring with his mouth wide open. "Tiger, get up! We're trading for salt today."
