I swiveled around to scan toward flat-top shingles where we had been commanded to surrender the bundle. The edge was roughly a foot taller than my head. Every human lung restlessly staggered its breath, successively stewing among the vulnerability, increasing as our gaggle of eyes latched onto a Humpbacked, gray form, rippling in the faint wind.
"You know where to put it," exacted the Organism. I didn't know how much more the taller Rovo or Dudley was privvy to see, but I couldn't view where furled wingtips ended or feet stationed.
"I think some ribbons, blush, & glitter could really do wonders for all that raggedy fluff," Amy mentioned.
Of the mid-section that was visible, the Beast heaved a slow, gelatinous, north-south squeeze. "Clamp it. My coat is but simple utility."
"Kinda sounds like," Ruby analyzed, "You're incessantly on the prowl, cunning... little time for nesting back in luxury."