Locke clacked her beak in irritation. This beast's uncooperative manner was wasting her time. This would just not do, not at all. "Your business is my business in this instance, wolf, and curiosity itself is not a terminal illness. It would be, however, unwise for a creature, such as yourself, to aggravate a larger creature with far more pointy bits on it, such as myself. That would be far more... terminal, than curiosity. Answer my question." It was so dull, so boorish to use barely-veiled threats to get answers, but these uncivilized beasts understood little else. The eagle's talons dug restlessly into the branch beneath her, scraping ash to flutter loosely into the air. "I must know!" she vociferated sharply.
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