Gilded Bay Sweet life livin'

Ugh, he won't let this bastard get away with shitting on his face... no matter how much he wanted to wash it off first, Fynn is determined to make a meal out of the bird. It hops equally unbalanced ahead of him, and Fynn continues stomping. Laughter, however, causes the pale wolf to snap his head upwards and glare at the woman who found his unfortunate predicament hilarious apparently.

The fuck are you laughing at? He grumps. Thankfully Fynn tends to be all bark and no bite, and he truly isn't mad—just irritated at the stupid bird. He turns back towards its wobbling form and finds it a lot further than it had been. Fortunately it can't fly with a busted wing, so he stomps after it again.