Sheepeater Cliff Squad F, for fuck's sake! Stop playing Bejeweled!

now this was a sight to behold.

a piebald wolfdog fighting off a golden eagle for a piece of flesh that looked to not even be worth the time for. no matter, neon was not a judgemental being and often leaves things to the imagination. thankfully, she had scarfed down a small snow hare earlier and wouldn't feel inclined to barge in on a meal that wasn't hers.

the sound of him screaming in a foreign language causes a giggle to escape her lips as she bounds over, just a little closer, after noticing the annoying bird has finally left her pending friend alone.

"boy, that bird really was giving you a hard time." she says towards him as she inches closer, just enough where (hopefully) wicket would not feel threatened by neon's presence. "you steal it from its nest or something?" a light jeer followed by a laugh, curious for the others' reaction.