crawl from the fire into the pan, what we don't need, hell will demand

if karma existed, it came in on a weak wind for the songbird -- starling watched indifferent as her 'pleasant' company struggled to free himself from the roots of what seemed to be a rather persistent tree. the songbird had neither the kindness nor the inclination to help the cur lodged firm within the gnarled embrace of a rotted stump.

she took his vitriol in stride, and in a way admired the sharpness in which he verbally slashed her -- leaving her ego in ribbons and her bank of witty repertoires lacking. her expression lifted into one of dubious affront as he pranced by her like a fairy deserving of a flyswatter.

if she didn't dislike the drudge before, she vehemently disliked him now -- she considered it neither his place nor his station to insult a wolf of her caliber. her fur, arisen with offensive dedication, bristled along her shoulders and nape. "you know, i'd respond with some sort of insult.. but mother nature's already done such a good job." she fluffed herself haughtily, casting a pink tongue on the front of her chest to smooth the fur that had been disturbed moments prior.