"You realize I know how bullshit of a story that is, too. How many times you told it," Not a single change in his voice, not even phased- "It was squirrel."

He tapped the side of his mask, that pitch-black visor materializing in to existence over his eyes again, pushing through a bit of knocked over brush while clamping a hand over talons. All the better to keep the asshole of an owl he was carrying from grasping at anything he passed by.

"No meat."