Totoka River Daddy long legs

The gurgling river could not drown out the sudden raucous squawking of a creature somewhere above him. Haunter knew the discordant voices of crows and ravens, but this sound was different, and when he peered up he could see why. It was a large, colorful bird he'd never seen before, and with an impeccable capacity for language. Unfortunately, the things said by the avian wasn't cause for wonder or appreciation, but rather: aggravation.

"Piss off, rainbow," Haunter growled, turning his long muzzle forward again and padding along. The bird was lucky of his high perch—the dark wraith wasn't fond or very tolerant of insults.