Barrow Fields these are the last blues we're ever gonna have.

When he takes the challenge she dangled in front of him, she smirks and shakes her head a little as she settles back to watch him work. Every so often she’d look ahead at the birds but she’s far more interested to see what he’s got up his sleeve.
 
Except he doesn’t do anything. Nox blinks a few times, licks her lips, and shuffles impatiently the longer he sits there. Eventually, she gets pretty tired of it and half-ass jumps at him. “You don’t accomplish nothin’ just sittin’ there!” she shouts and darts off towards the birds again, barking as she goes with no clear intent to actually catch them. At this point, she’s just tired of snooty mcsnooter pants.