Blackfeather Woods nature's cruelty

Even though she could tell the poor little bird was suffering, she couldn't quite bring herself to take away the tiny pup's play thing. He got so excited about the word toy, repeating in as he went back to attacking the weakening bird. He grabbed it's wing in his tiny mouth, letting out an adorable, tiny giggle as it pecked his nose. She smiled as she watched him play, hoping one day she could have pups of her own. Of course, thinking about pups made her think of Crescendo. Would they have pups together? Would they even stick together for the long run? What if when he found out she was too young he left her?

At that thought, the smile sort of drained from her face, not wanting that to happen at all. Cicero little noises brought her attention back to him as he pawed at the bird, that seemed to be losing it's energy by the second, it's wings stopping their fluttering and it's eyes closing slowly. She hoped the little pup wouldn't be too upset that his toy 'broke'.

"Your toy doesn't look so good." she said cautiously, waiting to see his reaction to it.