"The filthy pig is very pink," the Stormwing smirks, ignoring the threats and twisting its head to gawk at Raph's lower half.

He's smaller than most, which perhaps explains why he's alone -- and he is alone, for the moment. Still, he's dangerous and knows it; his razor-sharp grin makes that clear.

Abigail pushes at Raph, trying to get free, as anger creases her forehead.

"Go away!" she orders ill-advisedly.

The Stormwing shrieks its amusement and pulls its wings in, getting ready to dive.