not a sound but a flap of wings

Fuji wasn't one for openly admitting favourites but in this case, she was quietly grinning, surrounded by some of the best wolves she knew that weren't her litter mates. At least nobody here told her she was too small or gave her those worried looks like she might break.

At Kuroo's nod, the girl moved forwards with the group, maybe needing to jump a little higher to get through the chest deep water, but there were enough bodies around that she half got carried along with the current of their passing. The frantic honking and flapping of wings exposed a black ankle and the girl lunged for it, not minding if her horns served to wind the bird in the process. Water went up her nose and got in her eyes but now that she had a scaled black foot, she wasn't going to let go, her plush roundness doing well to protect her from the frenzied scratching of the other limb passing over her crystal shard covered neck and sliding off her shoulder.

“Speech”