"Poor little birdy. Don't you know I'm a hunting dog?" He backed up on the hood and paused to get his timing right. As this weird bird thing swooped down at him, he launched himself at it. The claws out of his fingertips ready to swipe at the bird as she came barreling at him.
He was even willing to take the hit to draw as much blood as possible It's what his healing factor was for.
Re: Blackdog
He was even willing to take the hit to draw as much blood as possible It's what his healing factor was for.