Lost Creek Hollow it's all a state of mind

Now that her sights zeroed in on the offensive bird, Jazz's displeasure was clear with a low, seething snarl slipping past her lips as the bird spoke. To her, it mostly sounded like gibberish although the general gist of it was clear enough and it did not take her long to feet taunted. Her hackles, a little crusty with the remnants of bird feces, stayed risen in an angry ridge down her neck and back.

Shikoba seemed to feel similarly but the bird wasn't taking the hint. "Go away!" she barked, tail lashing and stomped her front paws on the soil below them -- everything she would find far more effective against a terrestrial foe. Unfortunately, she couldn't do anything but be obnoxious at the bird from the ground: a major setback here.