Duskfire Glacier /waɪld/

While she waited to catch her breath, Ultraviolet turned her head nearly completely backward and began preening some of her plumage. She picked at some of the downy fluff beneath her sleek flight feathers, then slicked everything back into place with her hooked beak. Next, she stretched out a wing and brushed it overtop the soft black crest on her head. When all was said and done, she puffed out her feathers, then let everything fall flat as she squatted on her perch.

Speaking of falling, her sharp black eyes fell to the tree's base and she made a sound of surprise when she saw she was not alone. Even as UV became aware of the wolf's presence, it spoke to her in a feminine voice. The jay cocked her head to the side, the tuft of fur on her head quivering as she took in the canine's words. She could understand fairly well and they seemed friendly enough.

"Hi! Thanks! What's a 'coat'?" UV said, tipping slightly forward on the branch. Her claws tightened around the rough bark so that she would not take a tumble to the ground and, for all intents and purposes, she appeared to be floating.