Blackfeather Woods nature's cruelty

Cicero violently tugged the wing while the bird gave a last-ditch effort to get its attacker off, pecking his nose. Judging by Cicero's giggling, it didn't seem at all like it hurt, even though it did. Then the pecking started to subside. The other wolf said something, and Cicero looked at her briefly, only understanding the word 'toy' in her sentence, the wing still in his mouth. His right ear twitched and he felt the wing slacken in his mouth as the bird's lights went out.

With a rare frown on his face, Cicero looked at the dead bird, his toy, which now no longer worked. "Toy gaws," he sadly noted, and looked at the stranger, to see if she would make things right again. ".. Toy go?" he asked of her, and with his nose he nudged the broken birdy a bit closer to the wolf, indicating she should fix things and make his toy go again.