Nova Peak pringoals

Oh. Oh, no. Shiv gave a unnerved warble as the female was suddenly visibly upset. Her bottom lip wobbled, her icy eyes becoming a little more glassy. The bird wasn't sure whether to laugh and taunt the wolf some more or fight back at her threats. At least, she took them as threats. Shiv had no plans on reproducing. She could barely take care of herself let alone a flock of smaller versions of herself. The thought itself sent a shiver up the magpie's spine.

Tilting her head at the stupid bird doo-daa comment (which she had no idea what that was...his beak?), Shiv dropped to a lower branch to get a better view of the little fat wolf. "Shiv can pop wolf if wolf wants?" she offered, genuinely trying to be helpful.