Well, I suppose you do have a reputation to maintain as one of the Horsemen. Why don't we see how the stork reacts?

Pinion said nothing but watched the nearest stork. Perhaps if it saw the flamingo looking then it would start a conversation.

Either the stork noticed Pinion facing it out of the corner of its eye or it felt the flamingo's red stare on its back, but yes, it noticed. It didn't start a conversation, though. Instead it rounded on Pinion as if the flamingo had been trying to sneak up on it, unfurled its wings, and kicked the fence with one leg, making it rattle hard enough that birds for many wingspans all around turned their heads to see what was going on. Several startled in fear or outright flew away.

At first Pinion backed up at this sudden show of aggression but then, some unspoken instinct deep within itself convinced it to launch forward. As the fence rustled and flexed between them Pinion opened its wings. Both birds became still, their heads high and their beaks open, and stared at one another in a mutual bluff of size and strength.

"What are you looking at?" the stork said dangerously, breaking the stalemate. The bird was quite the unsettling sight: its grey and white feathers were ruffled to make its body look bigger, either on purpose or from agitation. Its head lacked feathers entirely and looked scarred and red. Pinion judged the stork's beak to be strong and capable of doing serious damage if the stork chose to, and while its wing-feathers had been trimmed just like its own, they looked no less threatening for being smaller than they could have been. Indeed, their ragged edges only added to its aggressive appearance.

Despite this unnerving sight Pinion held its position. And yet it was the stork's words, angry though they were, that pulled the flamingo out of the strange state of mind to which it had succumbed.

What would you like Pinion to do?