for gold and glory

Shrieking in outrage—and fear—the blue jay flew up and away, landing heavily on a nearby willow branch. Insults popped in and out of her head, but she was breathing too heavily to scream them. Stupid wolf. Ruining her morning like this! Aster realized she should’ve simply flown off with the rest of the birds, but at least she hadn’t sustained major damage.

“Bet you’re so happy now. Fine! Take the treasures! Keep that feather! Hope you enjoy your reward for thievery and jerkishness.” She hopped on the branch and shook out her wings, preparing to fly off once she’d recovered. “What a mammal thing to do, bullying around a smaller bird with your teeth and bulk.”