there was one shadow, now there are two

The strange pitched sounds continued. More obnoxious than a chirp. Her jaws clacked shut, and she tasted nothing but air. A loud snort sounded as she rose, watching the thing flit in a manner that looked as though it lacked control. The bat landed upon her furs, though, and Tonravik attempted to turn her head backward to snap at it. She curled her body around and noted her lashing tail, and her attentions were moved from him, to her own plume. Tonravik seemed to forgot that this was a part of her body and snapped at that, instead, growling as it moved away from her... but then she felt the thing move to her head, and although its weight was inconsequential, it was annoying.

Her head shook and she fell onto her hindquarters, letting out a high pitched, frustrated whine as she moved, lowering her head and bringing her foreleg to sweep over it (her head) in an attempt to rid herself of this pest by dislodging it.