Russet also dipped his beak politely. He could be the poster child of etiquette and manners if need be. But his parasitic smile still played at the edge of his beak.Suliver dropped onto the power line like a feathery rock, his slate-gray feathers only heightening the likeness. He gave Russet his trademark glare. This was one way he differed from General One-Toe; while he was expressive in his cruelness, she was always as cold and emotionless as the concrete on the roads.
Cement nodded to him. "Suliver," she cooed in a quiet, firm voice. "Thank you for answering my summons."
Rocket took the lead, but her flight was slowed by her smarting wing. It had been tossed around quite a bit by gull beaks.
"Not that long, but it must feel like that with your wing!" Trout screeched back, dipping down our of the air current towards the rocky shore by the pier. "We're here!"
He felt no need to repeat his greeting and did not do so.
Instead, his voice evened and he spoke. “I take it you are not above negotiation with us?”