Sun Mote Copse whispering her wishes to the threads

the zombie noise of a risen man-child came from a patch of yellow snow near from the woman.

gregoriy looked like a seabird sucked in by a turbo engine: shit was everywhere. fur, feathers, dirt, who could really tell what those spots were.

his eyes were saucers when he noticed her.
леди! it is good morni—!

immediately he tried to jump over the ice ledge. his hocks quickly grabbed. he went down, from wide-eyed one moment to drooling jaw the next.