Stone Circle Here I be

it stared at him - probably ogling his his glorious baldness. it was a trait qapnuk didn't think much about until others of his kind were around, and then it became something to be proud of, and to flaunt. different from the messy fine hairs of a wolf, for sure.

his head lifts and he stares right back. with a hobbling hop-walk he draws a few inches closer and hisses again, this time with his shoulders up and back, his round beak a pearl of angst while he tried to defend his roost; maybe he could drive the thing away from his rocks if he was loud enough!