Totoka River paranoia, paranoia, everybody's coming to get me

the dog doesn't seem to listen at first, and shell feels a sickening crunch somewhere in his delicate wing. he shrieks again, wordlessly this time, as the large animal's grasp on him seems to slacken for a moment before releasing entirely. the injured bird flops to the ground without much grace, gasping at the pain in his wing.
what — was that for? he demands of the seemingly shocked dog, voice thick with pain; if birds could cry, he would definitely be sobbing. his wing fucking hurts. he doesn't know or even really care why the dumb dog looks so stunned; all he knows is that now he's really going to die.