Heron Lake Plateau I spat on you when you called me a dog

The birds weren't that big compared to a wolf, but when he wasn't expecting them to come out of the gras and start screaming at him with their stupid honking voices, everything kind of went topsy-turvy. The female was puffed and defensive with her wings out, but the male chased after him with its long neck undulating; the calls it made followed him as Screech stumbled over his own feet. Just as he managed to turn around and take off at a sprint, he was suddenly colliding with a familiar body and hitting the dirt.

If this were a cartoon, tiny animated goslings would be spinning circles around his head; he came back to reality upon recognizing this new target who squalled and squawked at him — Sorina. Ugh.

I -- what are you -- fuckin' -- He was puffing up now, propping himself up and staring at her, no, glaring at her, and getting to his feet with a grimace on his face. I was hunting, you stupid bitch. Why are you here? Oh, wait, don't tell me - I don't actually care. Leave. To make his point, he came at her with a snap and a hard-edged shoulder check, not willing to give her time to spout nonsense or fight him on this. These were going to be his lands and she wasn't fuckin' welcome.