Heron Lake Plateau Coo coo for cocoa puffs

Dangit- she nearly missed. All she got was one wonderfully smoothe and pure white feather- but the ruffled creature got away. She flinched and snapped as it took a moment to tease her ear, but if it chose to do such a thing, it wouldn't get away so well. She cast the bird an angry look as she moved forward, placing herself between the pups and the bird. To Niamh, a hooked beak meant that the bird was a predator. Hawks, eagles and ospreys had hooked beaks- as did this one. Owen crept toward the creature again, but Niamh cast him a stern look, warning him to keep back.

It spoke- in a language she could understand, which was odd. Most birds didn't speak- even X didn't. But she knew some could learn to speak, rather than simply using their own language. This bird was obviously an intelligent one, but she still didn't trust it. "As if." She hissed. Mating gestures? Not from one so young. "Get out. And stay away from this place- or I'll take more than just one feather next time," She said, baring her teeth. Niamh loved hunting birds- but she would just as soon never see this one again.