[It's funny how some birds can mimic sounds to the point where they sound like a child screaming or crying. Thankfully there is no crying child, just a white canine looking rather ruffled herself, covered in feathers and dirt and licking at a spot on her hind leg that was bleeding slightly while the birds scream from afar in their treetop. It's just a shallow scratch - some of those little buggers tended to swoop and claw at her if she got too close to their territory. They must be nesting, but the amount of feathers they were losing was insane, and Ammy was really only there to feed them, thinking a good diet may help with their obscene shedding.
Gods was she wrong! Not only did the hungrier birds flock to the bag of roasted seeds she brought in a hurricane of feathers, beaks, and claws, but the more testy ones rammed her with the bodies, seeing the white wolf as a threat to their homes and their nestlings. She was sore, tired, and a bit grumpy herself, nostrils flared and fur standing up around her back and neck. Usually animals come racing to her because they can sense she's a benevolent being of light (and food), and praise her efforts, but today...
Ugh. She just wants to lay under a bench and sleep for the whole day.]
Molting
Gods was she wrong! Not only did the hungrier birds flock to the bag of roasted seeds she brought in a hurricane of feathers, beaks, and claws, but the more testy ones rammed her with the bodies, seeing the white wolf as a threat to their homes and their nestlings. She was sore, tired, and a bit grumpy herself, nostrils flared and fur standing up around her back and neck. Usually animals come racing to her because they can sense she's a benevolent being of light (and food), and praise her efforts, but today...
Ugh. She just wants to lay under a bench and sleep for the whole day.]