Buried Bones

The bird was happy, to say in the least. Feeling the air through her wings, she was well within the air. However with how cold it was below, it could only be freezing in her location. Shivering a bit to shake her nerves, her body heated up to the exercise she went through. When the vulture smelled blood, she became more alert, feathers on the back of her head prickling a bit as she looked down. The male wolf almost seemed to blend in with the snow if it weren't for that ship. That eye looked nasty as well. Lowering herself, she started to fly in a thin circle. Landing on the side of the ship as her cyan eyes looked at the creature.

"Someone did a number on you. What for?" she was only curious. Not that she could feel so bad for Mr.Wolf. She couldn't just leave him alone, curious as to why wolves fought like they did. Vultures did sometimes do the same over territory. Her claws dug into the wood, seeping into the damp bases. She did out height him, but then again she hadn't met any one of those huge wolves as of yet. "I can fetch you a mouse or two if you'd like, wouldn't be much for a big fellow like you though. My name's Flamie." she smiled.