Blackbeak Bluff friends in a previous life

"лопови! крилата гамади! зар вам ништа незначим?!"

but of course, that species-thick language barrier prevented his barks from being comprehended. in spite of it, it seemed to slavo the birds made some awful laughter-like squawks at his poor, wretched form.

( not that by now much of said wretched form could be seen. )

the gulls - winged rodents! - had robbed him of a meal! his catch, a side-striped fish of much length, had been nabbed in the moment he'd set it down to scratch an itch. now the gulls toyed with it - with him! - by passing it around their hooting flock.

the komondor, his frustration justifiable, hopped around dangerously near the very cliff's edge, barking every insult and plea he knew as the fish was eaten - just a whisker's length out of reach.