Pihu
The little rodent (the raven wasn't super up to date on the taxonomy of the mammalian family) flailed away from Pihu. Croaking, she kept her wings spread and paced from side to side, making herself loom over the other attuned. Scouting what? It seemed they were both there on clandestine business.
Before the thief could respond to the weasel's question, movement registered in the corner of Pihu's eye. By the time she turned her head, though, whatever had caught her attention had disappeared. Did ye fuckin' see that? She backed away from the direction the whatever it was might have been in.
Looking back at the child, the raven settled down. Folding her wings, she let her feathers lay flat again. Normally I'd say none of yer fuckin' business, but we might be able to help each other. She cocked her head to one side. Hasn't anyone taught ye how to keep yer emotions from spilling over?
Before the thief could respond to the weasel's question, movement registered in the corner of Pihu's eye. By the time she turned her head, though, whatever had caught her attention had disappeared. Did ye fuckin' see that? She backed away from the direction the whatever it was might have been in.
Looking back at the child, the raven settled down. Folding her wings, she let her feathers lay flat again. Normally I'd say none of yer fuckin' business, but we might be able to help each other. She cocked her head to one side. Hasn't anyone taught ye how to keep yer emotions from spilling over?
They say these are the golden years
But I wish I could disappear
But I wish I could disappear
