Sifting [Echo, Wesley, Anyone really..]

[liasonswithlions]

Benjamin croaked annoyedly to himself. He hated lowering himself to sifting through the garbage of humans, particularly when they would swat at him. Sometimes the little ones would chase him, throw stones at him and the like.

He pecked idly with his sharp beak at the lid of a can, hopping to and fro in various attempts at solving the problem of the trash can lid to no avail. How undignified. A crow thrown off by a trashcan lid.

[Echo]

I'm sorry I’ve been really busy lately would you mind putting Echo or Wesley please or something in your title so I know I need to get to this rp?

[liasonswithlions]

[ I was just gonna leave it open for anyone to jump in, but ok.]

[liasonswithlions]

[......a crow...as mentioned in the post.]

[Wesley]

OOC|Oh gotcha my bad. My reading skills are top notch these days.

Wesley trotted along happily, a harness still hanging around his chest and neck where he had been hitched to a cart. The cart had been unhooked from his lean figure and he was now heading towards the owner of the harness. All in a days work. he thought merrily, tongue lolling slightly from one side of his panting mouth. It was hot today despite it being spring. All the same, the villagers never ceased their ramblings and rummaging so Wesley felt inclined to help.

A clatter from a nearby alley caught his attention amidst the perpetual jangling from the buckles around his middle. An alley? Why is it always an alley? He thought, becoming sidetracked from his goal to reach the man he had been helping. The farmer had his small wagon pulled and Wesley couldn't help him unload; he could afford to make a slight detour towards the peculiar sound.

Wesley often heard trash cans overturned and other rustlings in alleyways from the strays in the town, but he hadn't heard any sort of doggish peep which made this particular bang rather interesting to the hound. Ears high atop his brow as he crossed the busy street, Wes made his way into the alley he had pinpointed as the location of the noise. Now, who had caused it? Turning his head to and fro, he cocked one ear in hopes of hearing the very faint tread of a cat, but to no avail. What was going on? This was a very elaborate ruse.

[liasonswithlions]

He cawed loudly and in his frustration began to peck at the lid, causing loud bangs to echo dullly around the alleyway. He cursed at it under his breath in the few seconds before his beak hit metal, hopping up and down and clawing at it.

[Wesley]

All was silent for a moment before a great, gravelly wail erupted from one of the metallic canisters. What was trapped in there?! Wesley nearly jumped back into the street from surprise at the sudden explosion of noise, but kept himself calm enough to only jump vertically rather than backwards. On landing, he turned his head about quickly trying to focus on the source of the sound while trying not to quake tremendously at the horrific amount of noise. It was dreadfully painful to his sensitive ears.

His once cocked ears flattened to the back of his neck in a poor attempt to lessen the high-level decibels the metal trash can was causing. Still, Wes hoped if he knocked the can over that the sound might stop if whatever-it-was rolled free. Creeping forward with tremendous effort, Wesley nudged the can two, three, four times with his muzzle before it rocked off its broad balance. Finally the can fell.

Wes sighed with relief and pricked his ears once more to listen for the sound. He heard the lid swivel around in circles like a large cent piece before falling away from the can and resting solidly on the earth. Now, would the noise return or would Wesley's adventure be cut short?

[liasonswithlions]

At hte rocking of the can he stood on, he flapped his wings and cawed loudly, taking to the air for the moments before the can fell over. It's content strewn about the alleyway, he quickly dove back down, pecking at what smelled so good in it.

His sharp eye caught the sight of the Hallow Alpha and he jumped backwards, dropping his tidbit. "Chrr, nice dog, nice doggy. Don't bite ol' Benj, hmm? chrr." His head tilted to and fro quickly, eyeballing the animal.

[Wesley]

Wesley stepped back a few paces as Benjamin popped out of the can. Although Wesley was accustomed to birds at a distant, he wasn't used to them remaining close nor being larger than a meager songbird. Benjamin was certainly larger than a blue jay; after all, he was a crow. Rather surprised also that the birdy, black beast could communicate with him, Wes tilted his head like a pup and approached him with extreme caution. His head low to the ground in a mock stalking position with his rump slightly in the air. He sniffed the bird carefully afraid his nose or eyes might be pecked off. Wes had not escaped hearing dreadful things about larger fowl.

"No, I won't hurt you as long as you don't start smashing metal cans together again. That was quite a din. Please, continue your scrounging." Wesley said, back away slightly but still terribly curious about Benjamin. What was a bird doing here? Didn't birds eat insects and grubs? This bird certainly did not. He was like a winged raccoon or something.

"Excuse me, but what are you pecking about the trash rather than searching for the new bugs of spring? You are a bird for you have wings, but you peck about like a coon or a fox." He said, hoping not to offend the large fellow, but curiousity had a firm hold on Wes now.

[liasonswithlions]

He fluffed himself up imperically as the nose came towards him, his beak falling open as in warning of a peck to come, although it never did.

Once Wes had stepped away, he returned to find what had smelled so intriguing through that lid. His sharp eyes swivled over the dog as he spoke and he picked his head up from his pecking to answer.

"Chrr, bugs are all well and good, but so is whatever it is that smells like that, and I've had my fill of clams recently. Chrr."

[Wesley]

Wesley wrinkled his nose at the mention of clams. He wasn't picky as far as a stray went like himself, but he drew the line at most seafood and particularly, shellfish. What any found desirable in those he could not begin to fathom and nodded his head in understand as to why Benjamin might now focus on something more appealing in garbage.

Wait...clams? "Did you come from the Port then?" Wesley asked, wondering if the crow brought news from his travels. Wesley had not journey to Rakine Port and Faline's territory in quite some time and wondered how the crusty old dog was. He wouldn't say they were friends, but they respected one another as distant protectors of their own band of miscreants.

Wesley hunkered down on his hindquarters a courteous pace away from Benjamin as he shoveled through the garbage to find what he smelled, hoping for a response and, perhaps, an interesting chat with a Crow. This was certainly a novelty to him.

[liasonswithlions]

"Chrr, yes, the port, the beach. Anywhere I can knick fishes and the like. Here, the woods. Chrr." He hopped idly on his feet, his sharp beak fishing through the trash until he found the scrap of chicken he was after.

He hopped up on the upturned can and ate it quickly, before hunkering down and fluffing up all his feathers for a good preen. He didn't mind chatting, but he was far to fidgety a creature to not multitask.