Sequoia Coast but life is long my love is gone away

she had not expected the volley of indignity in which spat forth from bartok's clawed beak -- she blinked, clearly taken aback -- a double chin forming beneath her angular muzzle as she squinted and arched from the verbal blow.

oops. a slight she probably couldn't ever be forgiven for. she hadn't considered bartok one to partake in the affairs of dumb dogs, but she wondered if the excitement had more to do with the prospect of torment than personal loyalty. "oh, how stupid of me." she chided, though she was insincere in the term stupid. she thought herself extremely intelligent, actually. "we're fighting duskfire glacier. they stole a puppy of mine." as if those sordid details would interest the bird.