With the female still in sight the Ostrega, who was still carefully concealed behind one of the jagged boulders that stuck out the scenery, crawled from his hide out,his ears tightly pinned onto his skull as he began to position himself for the ambush.
Slowly, slipping past the boulder with the same ease as a snake that slithers through the grasses the man stepped into the open space of the beach, his lean and long legs carrying him closer to the female, whom he approached with both confidence and malice.
"Ah, I wouldn't be picking that up, rubble collector"he barked with a tone full of condescendence as he focused his golden gaze on the iridescent glimmer of the feather the female had set her eye on a couple of moments ago. Then even giving importance to the natural ritual of introductions he went on,"Don't you know those feathers carry filth and disease from the birds?" he retorted, scrunching up his nose in feign disgust as he motioned towards the feather with his muzzle, a gesture that would only reinforce the lie he planned to shove down the innocent female's throat.
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