GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Hárekr's jaws would close shut with a snap but he would fail to catch the tasty morsel, instead only grabbing a few feathers from the birds tail. Ah, well, it was a bit of a long-shot anyway. He'd watch for a moment as the bird would fly over and land on the sound of a very angry looking gray male. Háre would turn swiftly to face the man as the other yelled at him, Háre's defenses swiftly raising and his tail tucking between his legs as he grinned his shit-eating grin. "Oh… I'm terribly sorry. I didn't realize that snack- er bird, happened to belong to you. Where I come from birds are food but perhaps you are saving him for later, eh?" Hárekr chuckled at his own joke, uncertain if the other male would find the situation quite as humorous as he did. "Now, now calm down. You shouldn't furrow your brow like that so much, it could get stuck that way." He shot the other man a wink.
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
