Lion Head Mesa Winds Of Sorrow

The small bird recovered quickly, only to see a creature that seemed to be very similar to a predator she had seen only a few days ago. A wolf. Only this one was smaller, and had a different fur color, among other differences. She had never known of such a creature. But even still, it could very well be a predator. And it could take advantage of her state. Though Itsy had other ideas.

"I will fight, so stay back! My claws are sharp, with pointy beak!" she threatened in a sing song voice as she stood up. Hopefully the creature would not notice her injuries.