The crow hopped around along the eves of the broken down ranch, gazing inside the broken home to search for anything that shone in the dull winter sunlight. This was one of the last human places left on Alacritis. It was the last refuge for all the shinies that humans had kept. He found one here last time, one that an elderly wolf called a 'key'. B rather liked his key, it was nice and shiny and heavy. Yes, it was one of his favorites for sure. Cawing up on the broken down wood he cocked his head to and fro, his green striped plume bouncing around. There had to be something left here! Anything?

Irritated, B kicked at the wood that he was standing on, knocking himself off balance. B cawed loudly and flapped his wings, regaining his footing. "Stupid stupid wood! You tried to hurt B, caw! B does not like that." B fluffed up his feathers, making himself look like a big black ball of feathers. He was mad, cause he just made himself look silly. Clacking his beak together he glared down at the wood, his golden eyes narrowing. Stupid, he just wanted a shiny!

Crucifix not only felt his full health returned to him, but felt no stronger than ever before. Perhaps in part this was just how wonder health felt after so long of being sick, but perhaps it was also that with position granted to him of Alpha, or temporary Alpha made him all that more determined. Long hours where spent in runs, and building his strength, until he felt as he did now ? invincible.



His easy stride was lopping through the Range when a bickering voice reached out to him. Head would tilt in surprise and he would glance about him, eventually he would spot a puffed up black bird scowling at its branch as through it was entirely to blame. He would chuckle and bring himself beneath the branch, looking up at the creature. ?Having a bad day?? he chuckled, thinking to himself.. if the Black Bird came just a little closer its day was about to get worse?


"Speech"

The call of a wolf startled B, making him lose his grip. Cawing loudly he flapped his wings several times, beady yellow eyes looking down at the gray wolf. "Oi! You gray woof, don't scare B like that, caw! B doesn't like getting scared, B does all the scaring!" He called. Staying up on the safety of his branch, the bird wondered if the wolf wanted to eat him. He really didn't like that, he much liked staying alive. So his head bobbed to and fro, his green frock moving with him. "What does little woof want with B? B isn't hurting anyone!" He called. The wolf may not be small, but he loved to bother creatures and he was all the way up here, so he couldn't get him.

Hopping along the length of the branch, the birds eyes never left the strange wolf. He looked funny, like he wasn't quite healthy. "Oi, oi! Does strange woof have sickness? B doesn't want to get sick, caw! Oh no, no no! No sickness for B!" He said with a clack of his beak, flying up to a higher branch just to prove his point.