Gone to the Birds [B]

B, Just B

The silly wolf called him strange names, her way of speaking was very... royal like. "Oi! B's no gnat, B is B!" He cawed, his head bobbing back and forth as he hopped further down his branch. He wasn't sure what 'wiles' meant but he could tell that this wolf wasn't too happy with having a crow hanging around. "Big talk from a little woof, caw! B is all the way up here and you are all the way down there! You can't get B!" He called, his head tipping back as a gurgling laugh bubbled in his throat. His yellow eyes once more fell on the striped wolf, no intentions of leaving because she used fancy words. B may not seem very smart, and his speech simple, but he wasn't that bird brained. Pun intended. The wolf told his to leave, and he let out another cackling laugh. "Woof can't tell B what to do, caw! B was here first, and stinky woof can't make B go!" Picking off a small twig with his claw, he then tossed it in the direction of the wolf, wings flapping as he laughed at her. He was quite pleased, he was usually a bit more scared of wolves. But up here in his tree, she couldn't get him. Plus, he had wings so, he could fly away if he really felt like it. B was rather comfortable though, he liked this tree and this lake. It is where he met Twig, and she gave him a ride on her back. Now there was a wolf he liked! This one? Not so much, she was a big stinky head.