Redtail Rise we have a flair for the shade and the inbetween

condor didn't even bother counting. no, buzzard had never been one to wait when an opportunity to complain about a sibling was presented to them, especially when that opportunity involved one of them (usually condor, as he was the one with the brains in this outfit) keeping them from sticking their nose into inescapable trouble. they overestimated themselves, and often, and condor was left to pick up the pieces. and what did they get for it? this. no thanks at all. 

with an exaggerated sigh, condor lifted his chin. "you'd have stolen nothing, and you know it. who was the one who got caught?" he turned his head to the side, one red-pink eye cracked open and focused directly on buzzard's face. "you, if i recall correctly. and i do. feel free to thank me for saving you any time."

fortunately, the conversation – building almost certainly to a boiling point, if condor knew them – was interrupted by a squeaky giggle and accompanying, equally squeaky, voice. condor turned on his heel, eyes narrowed and ears forward, to meet the olive gaze of a ungainly child, of all things. all dark greys and browns, his proportions all wrong. not much of a sight.

and yet he had the gall to call him disgusting? 

"what, exactly, is disgusting?" condor asked softly, striding forward on stiff legs. "i know you weren't talking to me."