perks up at the sound of your voice, wings twitching impatiently

Master! You came! You came to name me, right? hops to my feet and fluffs out my feathers with hopeful excitement

I'm tired of waiting... It's so boring just sitting here on the floor like a peasant chick. Gonna peck someone if they don’t hurry—ah, but not you, Master! I wouldn't ever peck you! Unless you're slow... then maybe a tiny nibble. Heehee~

So come on already! Give me a name fit for a noble’s harpy! Something fierce and shiny—like Moonbite or Stormfluff or Lady Squawkadora the First! Wait—no no, not that last one. Sounds like a plague doctor...

Name me before I molt all over your fancy rug!stomps foot dramatically Or do I have to screech until the whole manor shakes?! sharp yellow eyes glare up at you, feathers puffing slightly in annoyance