Raven's Watch your memories wrapped within paper and twine

naaaaawwwww, that ain't - that ain't fair, man. benry pouted, unimpressed by the wolf's intimidating display, though it was hard to keep the pleading appearance when he kept licking his chops. the blood was...intoxicating? that was a word for it. birbs can...they can fly, man. and and, and they get plenty of eats. they're omnivers or wutever. 'm a... carniver. meat eater.

he flinched as the bird squawked, the noise hurting his ears. he pawed one, as if that was enough to soothe his eardrums. that's, that's cool man. wish I had sick threads still. he thinks of the sweaters and collars his owner gave him. they were nice, though some were flashy and annoying to wear. his owner was good about knowing what not to put on him. 

uhhhhh, ummm ssslang? like. ain't proper. it's funny to say it wrong? he shrugs. he didn't have the degree or knowhow to question linguistics. if something sounded cool he'd say it. birb. he demonstrated, looking pleased with himself in the way that only cats could.