snapping teeth
02-04-2018, 06:19 PM
The noise here is almost overwhelming -- it feels amplified against Itzal's cranium, each reverberation of bird calls hitting his skull like a finely tuned piece of metal. He seems visibly bothered by it; his fur is ruffled and standing on end, and each new call has him shaking his head. It feels like the birds have lodged themselves in his skull somehow, and not the one outside his face. No, no, deeper, inside his head. "These birdies are very annoying, and Itzal's ears they are destroying! They set up their nest, and as you have guessed, Itzal is really not enjoying!" With the compulsive rhyme out of the way, Itzal crouches and covers his ears with his forepaws, scratching as though feathers are stuck in them. He hates it! He hates the birds and their flapping wings. He's distracted enough that the paw steps go unnoticed to his aching ears, but the scent of another companion has him lifting his head just in time to see another wolf nearby. "Are they useful? To eat? Should we eat?" His idle chatter is almost drowned out by more calling birds, enough for his tail to thump in frustration and his teeth to show in gleaming ivory. |