Lost Creek Hollow it's all a state of mind

long work days have been kicking my ass lately so i am the slowmo @_@

In the zone of the patrol, her ears flicked to Shikoba when she pointedly caught Jazz's eyes. She glided over lightly, taking care to move quietly but with purpose in her stride just in case there was something awaiting her at the end of the path. A certain eagerness began to well up and when she saw where her fellow guardian's gaze was directed, she was quick to follow suit. She didn't see the bird overhead before she merrily strolled beneath the cover of the branches it perched upon.

She had to think fast to realize what had happened. Something... wet. On her shoulders, too.. and from above? Her hackles rose up defensively and Jazz hissed an ugly-sounding "Ghhckt" the second it finally dawned on her that she'd been shit on.. or was it piss? it was awfully wet-feeling, and her understanding of bird digestive tracts is limited. She backpedaled and tried to shake some of it off (hopefully without smattering Shikoba with excess), then glared up accusingly, eyeballing the bird with the tips of her teeth-showing now that she had been wronged. Gross.