Chimera Fields Til we strip down to our skeletons again

Apologies for the wait! D:

Her chest swelled with pride as he agreed to the sharpness of her bill. She was rather proud of it — what with it being her namesake and all. Where eagles had sharp talons and seagulls had their shrill, wretched voices, she had her dagger of a beak. She could fend off any predator! Even a wolf! Though, when the male reprimanded her, she nodded meekly, scrawling down a mental note to not hurt this FitzDutiful again. That was, apparently, not how you made friends.

The next question caused her excitement to spike once more, and the magpie leapt away from the pale wolf with a couple of happy jumps. She landed before a particularly tall flower, raising her head to peer over the petals in search of these mysterious bees.

"In flowers, of course!" she exclaimed, turning to Fitzdutiful as if he were the simpleton. "Shiv sneaks up on them, then STAB!" In another demonstration, she quickly pecked at the unfortunately empty flower, causing it to lean forward before it suddenly whipped back again, hitting the magpie square in the face.