Great Bear Wilderness BFW: Angel in blue jeans

Viggo had been tailing Ptarmigan, although he had stopped to take a poop some fifteen minutes ago. As she had said during their very first conversation, it wasn't something he always wanted to do with eyes upon him. Especially her eyes. He couldn't help that he felt undeniably attracted to the Endore whom he'd been following for at least a week or two. He was bound and determined to get with her at some point or another, even if it wasn't a lasting relationship (none of his had been). Besides, he had little to occupy his time, and she was a good enough distraction from the whole "settling down" business.

A loud, raucous cawing of birds made Viggo cock his head to one side, silvery ears tilting as he did so. He trotted off in the direction the noise had come from, unsurprised to find Ptarmigan there. Birds were nasty creatures, or so Viggo had always thought. He wasn't particularly fond of their meat, and their shit smelled more awful than any other creature he had encountered.

Just as he approached, he heard one of the birds actually speak. Well, that was a new one. He hadn't thought their tiny brains could handle such a thing. “Wolves,” he corrected, his voice deep as ever and giving the bird a peculiar look before turning to Ptarmigan with a "WTF?" look.