Gideon roughly tears the deceased buck’s head from his body, and holds it out for Starbuck.
“Trophy. Get it stuffed, show those tribals you mean business.” Only half joking, the griffon uses his beak to tear a chunk of flesh out of the corpse, swallowing it whole. Is good food.
I save space on the wall for things that fight back, dude. Besides, you know any pony taxidermy places?
“No. You know any good places to get a drink without being excluded from most everything? Ponyville’s good at excluding.” The griffon continues to take bites of his meal, making quite a mess of his front plumage.
Uh, maybe the Pony Keg? They got a pretty friendly bartender. I don’t drink very much these days.