Bird brains

The mines were among the best place that B found all his shinnies. There was even shiny rocks for him to take! He liked all things that were shiny, so rocks were okay. The large crow hopped around on the dusty mine floor, his yellow eyes looking around anything that shone in the dull light. It was then that he heard a slight rustling sound, one that matched the sounds of a creature. But there was something else that caught his attention. The sound of metal clacking. That meant that there was something shiny on that creature, and he must have it.

B half hopped, half glided out of the maw of the mines. A silver wolf with two shiny things around her legs was standing there. His head bobbed, his green crown of feathers shaking to and fro as he slowly hopped towards the wolf. His wings were not fully settled on his sides, he was ready to fly away at a moments notice. Slowly he made his way up to her, pecking at the gold shinnies. "B wants these." He cawed, poking at them again and again as he tried to figure out how to pull them off her legs. "Why are they stuck woof, caw! B wannnntss them." He said, drawing out the word as he again poked at shiny things.