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It seemed the story had pleased the wolf, who gave her a content nod. Her question and subsequent grin caused the bird to tilt her head curiously, though, wondering just what on earth she was doing. Being a magpie, she knew very little on the body language of wolves. Some emotions were easier to distinguish than others, of course, especially when it came to that wiggling tail of theirs. When it was waving that meant they were happy, tucked beneath their belly meant they were scared. Shiv tried to catch a glimpse of the female's tail, trying to decipher her plans befo— oh my heavens...!

With a frightened cry, the bird leapt into the air, narrowly missing the girl's sharp teeth. Why, oh why, did the wolves always try to eat her? Was she just that delectable? Feathers bristling, the magpie swooped around the wolf in a panic, before aiming to drive her beak into the side of the female's face in retort.