[Ah, right. The blasted cookies. He had taken a nibble from one rather thoughtlessly before he found himself with webbed feet and too many feathers, didn't he?
If he had brows, they'd be raising. Instead, he shakes out his feathers and tucks his wings in, then waddles towards Winter.]
"At least", you say, as though this is any better.
[Prods him (gently this time) with a beak.]
Hm. Well, now that the danger's gone... I have to say, a displacer beast suits you.
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If he had brows, they'd be raising. Instead, he shakes out his feathers and tucks his wings in, then waddles towards Winter.]
"At least", you say, as though this is any better.
[Prods him (gently this time) with a beak.]
Hm. Well, now that the danger's gone... I have to say, a displacer beast suits you.