“I can’t keep an eye on all the rafters,” Shortbeak grumbled, rubbing a sore head as she gave her sister the stink eye. Amelia was smaller than her, little more than a cub, dark brown feathers, with a dirty golden ring of feathers around her neck where the head met the bronze fur pelt. Yellow claws were clasped over her beak and her chest as she sought to stifle her laughter. Topaz eyes encircled by a yellow shadow of feathers sparkled with mischief and intelligence as she wiped away the tears.