Lost Creek Hollow it's all a state of mind

With the tittering and cackling laugh of the bird, Shikoba's eyes narrowed aggressively at her. Jazz wasn't pleased, for her exclamation towards the hawk was a clear message. It even gave off the action of daring the wolves to venture and try to attack.

Shikoba wasn't one to kill for no reason, but the bird had burnt off her last piece of patience. With her growls pouring from her dark lips, she rushed towards the base of the tree and sunk in her dull nails. With a few slippery steps, her front legs climbed up as her hind paws stayed on the ground. Her tail flashed side to side at the bird, her brow arched.

"Wolf needs bird as food" she replied sharply, her tongue running over her ivories. Of coarse she was bluffing though.