Morg

Morg is a slaughterbird, and she likes eyes. Blue, green, brown—she's not fussy, they all taste the same. Like the brizzlehound, she is one of the creatures from the old days of Dunt. She came out of the egg five hundred years ago, and has a particular fondness for Toadspit. His head feathers are so black that he might be one of her own chicks. She has always thought it a pity that he refuses to learn to fly.

 

 

Morg