Door stares at the bird. ".......What?"

//Wolf-mouth! Crunch my wing and in a box with bars! Out was short you.//

Door turns to look at Bridge. "Someone... put her in a cage, I think."

//Crunch my head! Bad wolf-mouth and fox-face!//

"Wolf-mouth... and fox face?" It takes a moment for the thought to put itself rightside round in her head, and then Door pales. If that's physically possible given her usual complexion.