Shinies!

The call of a wolf startled B, making him lose his grip. Cawing loudly he flapped his wings several times, beady yellow eyes looking down at the gray wolf. "Oi! You gray woof, don't scare B like that, caw! B doesn't like getting scared, B does all the scaring!" He called. Staying up on the safety of his branch, the bird wondered if the wolf wanted to eat him. He really didn't like that, he much liked staying alive. So his head bobbed to and fro, his green frock moving with him. "What does little woof want with B? B isn't hurting anyone!" He called. The wolf may not be small, but he loved to bother creatures and he was all the way up here, so he couldn't get him.

Hopping along the length of the branch, the birds eyes never left the strange wolf. He looked funny, like he wasn't quite healthy. "Oi, oi! Does strange woof have sickness? B doesn't want to get sick, caw! Oh no, no no! No sickness for B!" He said with a clack of his beak, flying up to a higher branch just to prove his point.