There's something darting next to him, something feathering and fluttering in the air. It's like an animal, winged, but he's never seen this before. Speechless and stupid like everything else in Brackenwood, no doubt, and Bitey's not going to go wasting his time on something that CAN TALK HOW IS IT TALKING

Bitey performs the most dynamic double-take Brackenwood has ever seen, which carries itself out in the form of a startled, flailing circuit around the same patch of trees before he lands on a great knobby branch opposite the feathery thing in a crouch that's defensive and bristling and fearful all at once.

Hard white glowing eyes narrow. Nothing ever talks in Brackenwood. Not even Bitey. He never has anything to say.