Totoka River Daddy long legs

It was following him—and if Haunter had ever wished he could fly, it was right then so that he could destroy the loud-mouthed bird on the perch from which he cawed. And he would have not been gentle either, imagining himself trapping and plucking each of its brightly colored feathers with extreme prejudice.

The black wolf did not up his pace, but rather he slowed, wondering abruptly if the bird would dare come close enough to be rent from the tree. He highly doubted this, and there were very few branches low enough for even the stilt-legged canine to reach, but he could hope; and hope he did. "I killed the last creature who took my ear," he convincingly bluffed, as there was little room in his gravelly voice to be called a liar of any sorts; "I will not make an exception for you, bird."