[Strickler stops and glances over his shoulder at his companion. A thick brow perches itself on his small forehead. Ah, humans and their attitudes. Well, he could only assume he was human. The Changeling walks past him and kneels down beside the fallen abnormal croc.
The air around Strickler was a little irritated, a small tremor as his amulet sways and glows softly, but it soon relaxes as Walter focuses on pulling the knife out from the monster.]
What does it matter? You're alive, are you not? [The knife slides out along bone and muscle, in one hard tug. He twirls the knife in his hand, flicking off the blood before he places it back inside the "plumage" of his cloak.]
Ah hello again! c: Oh gosh you're too sweet, thank you ;;
The air around Strickler was a little irritated, a small tremor as his amulet sways and glows softly, but it soon relaxes as Walter focuses on pulling the knife out from the monster.]
What does it matter? You're alive, are you not? [The knife slides out along bone and muscle, in one hard tug. He twirls the knife in his hand, flicking off the blood before he places it back inside the "plumage" of his cloak.]