11-04-2018, 01:34 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; text-align: justify;"]Finch could hear the lion before they even had a chance to speak. Having grown up in a wild flock, he had honed his skills of detection and caution. He was rather high-strung out of pure instinct, but being away from his home flock would dull those instincts, or so he hoped. Stretching out a leg, he proceeded to stare in the direction of the sound he heard. Then, a voice. A lion, how wonderful. Finch knew he was screwed if this stranger took him as food, but he would not go out without a fight. "Watch it kitty, I'll take ya eye out," clucked the turkey, flexing a clawed-foot. His beak was much sharper than his claws, but he was sure no one else knew that.
There was a bit of a southern accent in his voice, but it was not heavy. It had been awhile since he had been down south, and his accent had become quite diluted. "This th' Pitt?"
There was a bit of a southern accent in his voice, but it was not heavy. It had been awhile since he had been down south, and his accent had become quite diluted. "This th' Pitt?"