into the pit | open, drunken scrap

Tiny form came flitting over as voices drew her closer. The child, being much to small to understand, would stop. Landing close by and offering a little chirp. Head tilting with curious eyes. It seemed the stranger was trespassing. The baby spread her little wings a let out a loud chirp. Eyes on the stranger as she tried to look big enough to be a threat.

actions | "speech" | attacking

[abbr=info]?[/abbr] this time, this place