Ankyra Sound working hard or hardly working

Lilimar was growing into a terrific pain in the ass, because frankly they loved to wander. They still spoke little, taking 'actions speak louder than words' all too literally. Nipping and scratcing was increasingly common.

Trotting along they hoped to find a seagull carcass today, but instead all they found was a funny looking man staring down at an ant hill. Was he friends with them?

What a weirdo.

Scrunching their face into a sort of grimace, Lilimar stared. It was a hobby of theirs at this point, their form of birdwatching.. would this make it wolfwatching?