He smirked as he looked up from his work to see ee struggle. Without the finer points of his saber fangs, she didn’t have as much leverage on the feathers without using her whole mouth, and risking damage to the delicate appendage. He already had a growing pile of feathers in the sack between them and he leaned over and breathed a long gust of air into the bag, causing feathers to fly into Zee’s face, from the angle he had chosen.
“Your hopeless at this” he told her, but there was a hint of a smile on his muzzle, he had an unfair advantage. “How about you and Marshall take down the birds, and I pluck them?” he suggested. It would leave him with a great deal of work ahead of him, but he would take it without complaint. He knew he was hopeless at catching birds, and perhaps Zee would have better luck on that side of things.
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