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Shiv glared daggers at the wolf, her scruffy feathers even more ruffled as she got over the shock of the surprise attack. The nerve of some wolves! Why did they think it was okay just to appear out of nowhere like that? Didn't they know birds had tiny, weak hearts. Chest heaving, the bird cocked her head as the female spoke. She gave an indignant huff in reply. Well of course she could talk. She was a magpie — not all birds were dumb chittering creatures like those silly finches.

"Shiv say many things," she said in her broken version of the wolf's language. "But Shiv not saying them to wolf." And, with that, she spun on the branch she was perched upon in a flamboyant display of ignoring the wolf.