Blackfeather Woods about it

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He turned around in his little waddle to lock eyes with a wolf. If he could frown he would, but he had a beak. It was hard to frown with a beak. The bird hopped up onto the felled warrior, cooing softly in his displeasure. He tilted his head, almost glaring at the dark wolf.
He clenched his talons, digging them into the crow.

What did this wolf want, exactly? Just looking at him all funny and curious.
He stretched up, flaring his wings and beating them before settling back down, hunched over the bird. Staring into those endless violet eyes. His own large, yellowed eyes were unflinching.
He let out a sharp and short eekk before lowering his head to tear into the bird.
He pulled out feathers, strewing them around him yet not eating the actual bird.
Just making a big mess really.

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