Musk scurried back and forth on the cart, apparently uncomfortable. Back and forth, back and forth. The cart would probably rock just slightly as he moved. As birds chirped he would stare upwards at the sky and look around. For some reason he appears to be extremely energetic/nervous. Finally he would take a seat next to Vincent, staring at him through the mask.
And then in a hushed snarl with a very slight squeak to his voice he would speak.
"Ear gone, much bad...was tasty?
He shakes his head rapidly, popping himself gently
"Is sorry, no use to Father Sky much."
With that he would scurry over to the other side of the cart and stare out at some farmers.
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