Vargas eyed the meat-pile dourly, watching as it ate. He then looked to Kethri, who had not--so far as he'd heard, at least--acknowledged his prior remark.
When Effluvium scurried off, he grunted, eyeing after it.
A pause, and he shook his head.
Just... maybe not so... hyperactively.
With another grunt Vargas turned away, leaving the owl to her duties--assuming that she performed them.
Kethri didn't want to admit that she deflated like a balloon, her feathers falling against her body, making her look smaller than she already was. She looked away from the Leviathan and clenched her jaw, exhaling.
Bird.
Vargas called her, 'bird'. Did he not know she had a name? Did he not know she wasn't one of his disgusting monsters? She felt such rage that she was scared if she didn't stop staring at the ground, she may just fly up and try to claw out as many of his abnormal amount of eyes as she could before death came in the form of either being snapped up in his terrifying jaws, or crushed in one of those three-thumbed hands. Thankfully, the fear of death, of ending too soon overshadowed the urge, and she kept her anger tightly leashed, tampered down beneath a mask of calm.
Vaguely, she wondered how many toxic berries it would take to bring down a beast like Vargas. She didn't quite erase that thought off the whiteboard, and filed it away for later.
Just in case.