four and twenty black birds

The young Destruction was having fun watching the young birds up in the nest. The ones that had been pushed back into the nest had climbed back onto the edge. Their mother watched in silence behind them, but let out call to Poem. The pup hadn’t learned Imperia’s warnings yet, and looked up in confusion until the sound of paws approaching made her realize the meaning. She expected to look up and see Noir, and her body showed it. Hackles suddenly raised and she pulled back her lips to show her teeth and she scowled. She returned back to neutral instantly when she realized it was one of the visitor pups.

Spying? When had she been spying on her? Did she mean when she had first saw them? Poem furrowed her brows in frustration at that. ”I wasn’t spying, I was trying to be polite. Poem wondered if this girl even knew the meaning of the word. ”It’s rude to storm up to someone’s den without an invitation.” She managed to get a dig in to the other pup, who had done just that. Who was reminding her more of Noir than she liked.