Otter Creek the art of the fox

as expected, jaws flew back when her offensive shriek ransacked his perfectly-functioning ears. hah! served him right, the songbird thought -- and it was likely they functioned no longer after enduring such a grievous assault.

she smirked to herself boldly, feeling assured as the male emphasized he was never the type to do so. she looked at him crossly, peering him up and down in the manner of a curious bird. "then why were you so rapey a moment ago?" starling's tone was blatantly accusatory. to ensure her survival lest her inquiry wake anger in the dark beast, the songbird stepped back carefully out of his strike range.