Fox's Glade i’m going to break something

"How I would love to bathe in the wine right now," Vulture complained with a sigh. She always had a rather odd taste, while she never drank the forbidden nectar, she simply preferred to cover herself in. The love of covering herself in blood, she always called it something more sophisticated like 'wine,' but not many would know of the word.

"Fuck you too Buzzard, oh wait, no one has or will," she snickered, "you always look like a swamp monster." While she was carried in light, and golden tones, her brothers were always bathed into the mud, regardless when it rained or not.

"Honeys, should we raid someone's den?" Surely there was a pack or two nearby.