Deepwood Weald Where's North?

Her landing was..less that pleasant. As it turned out, the branch had been made with a splintered branch. And that made it less than comfortable for her talons. She voiced a tiny squeak from the sudden prickle. Lifting a talon up to inspect it, she found none had in-bedded themselves in her foot. Of course, with only one foot perched on the branch, she had less of a foothold when someone decided to surprise her with their voice.

The wren fell back, hanging from the branch like a bat. And being upside down was not the way for a bird. Blood rushed into her head, making her feel dizzy. Before she had a chance to, she let go and fluttered down to a branch across on a downwards angle.

Once she had a good grip, she cast a glare down. "Do you know how rude it is to disturb someone when they are trying to-" she stopped herself, seeing it was a wolf. Why wouldn't the animal be a wolf? Always disturbing her at the wrong times. She hoped it was a friendly one, like Steady. Not one that wanted to eat her.

"Well, when you are lost and a long way from home, that tends to happen...Of course, someone with no wings couldn't understand that."