Black Wing

Wendigo dropped what little remained of the second bird and frowned down at it. Gingerly he flicked through the pieces with a paw while impatiently flicking away a sudden influx of blue fireflies. Well, that wouldn't do. It may have tamped down on his fun but he was going to have to reel the play in if he wanted to get enough intact pieces to make something nice out of. Of course, he could just piece the feathers together and forget the skin entirely...

The other boy was up and running at the flock while Wendigo was still flicking feathers around. The crows grew louder, more aggressive, and finally the scene unfolding caught Wendigo's attention. He sat up and watched as Ifrit bowled through the birds. Feathers and snow went everywhere and Wendigo, being Wendigo, burst out laughing. He clapped his paws again and then clutched his chest as he giggled. "Wonderful, just wonderful!"

"Speech"