        Suddenly she looked in his direction, and flared her wings.  If the effect was intended to intimidate, it worked perfectly: Dale would have stepped back if he had been on his feet.  Unfortunately, he was sitting with his back to a rock, and couldn’t move.  For one awful moment, he thought she was going to come at him—her posture seemed very aggressive—but then she lowered her wings, and gave him a more thoughtful look.  For his part, Dale was confounded by the wings—up until now he had assumed that these creatures were some sort of mammal, but feathered wings argued strongly against that theory.  She spoke with the mint unicorn, and her lilting voice was quite soothing.  As strange as it seemed, he felt all the tension leaving his body just from hearing her speak.