Ankyra Sound twelve-hundred people dead or left to die

The entire of her body heaved as she silenced her stomach's discontent -- in a pathetic heap she curled, her head held between two slender paws. She heard the raven's return and her ears instantly pinned to her bony skull in apprehension; it was all she could do to sit straight upright and crow aloud as she felt his weight bop along her arched spine. Her eyes practically bulged with indignity as she felt him hop along her backside and land atop her lowered head.

Maybe if she played dead he would go away -- with a groan she slumped to the ground and her tongue lolled out limply. She even went so far as to flutter her eyes dramatically before she heaved a colossal sigh and slumped to the ground.

Her masquerade lacked longevity, for the acrid sting of peppermint caused her already-sensitive eyes to well with tears. Recoiling, the waif scuttled backwards and peered at the bird incautiously, her expression contorted by the harsh sting of the peppermint's fragrance. "Are you trying to kill me?" She hissed, swatting away his remedy before another hiccup of fowl bile caused her to lurch forwards without coordination. This caused her to reconsider her rejection, though true to her bullish nature she was not yet ready to redact her dismissal of the bird's antidote.