Ankyra Sound he was always in the fields, working on his flying

Ingram flopped to the sand, wriggling onto his back as he continued to question her own beauty routine. Easing her own laughter, she looked down the length of her upturned snout at him and her grin gradually downturned. A frown, deep and unimpressed, marred her tawny features and the furrowing of her brow soon followed. Prowling forward just as her comrade propper himself up on his elbows, Nyx growled softly as she made to slink around him with a cat-like flick of her feathered tail.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she rumbled ominously, tensing her hindquarters before springing toward the downed yearling. Her pale forepaws aimed directly for his silver-tipped shoulders and she parted her jaws to she moved in for what might appear to be a vicious attack against the back of his head, but she instead made to connect her fangs to his hide and deliver a frantic collection of playful, ticklish nips and kisses.