The Sunspire I want to dance in the graveyards

"Judging from the number of the birds there - I suppose so," Wraen said, mapping the possible nest sites around the lake in her head and thus choosing the spots they should visit. "And I have been training to catch birds as well - for a wolf my size," she looked at her sibling, who - though younger - was taller than Wraen already, "they are the best."

Chatting about this and that they passed Sunspire's borders, went accross the meadow and arrived at the lake. After a brief pause, spent deciding, where to go now, she led her sister to the left, where the reeds were thicker. There was also a small island located not too far from the coast - a distance a wolf could swim with ease - and where - Wraen had her suspicions - could be another nesting area. 

"Now, Maia," she stopped and spoke to her sister, "egg-hunting is not a dangerous business, as long as you are careful. See those smaller birds - the ones with the gray-brown pattern?" she pointed out to the groups of mallards that were abundant everywhere. "Those are most likely to flee, if you go in their direction. Not particularly smart either and catchable, if you try."

"However - see those white long-necked big birds over there," she beckoned to four swans that were swimming in the distance. "They might look fragile, but these guys can get really nasty. And I don't mean nip in the butt, but if they hit you with their wings on your head - they can kill you. So, if you see one coming your way, hissing and glaring at you maliciously - retreat," and that was about it. The other dwellers were loudly screeching sea-gulls and their relatives and some smaller fowl, she did not know by name. 

"I suggest we first inspect the reeds thoroughly and then we could try and swim over to that island as well. There must be more nests there," with this Wraen left Maia to her own devices and went straight to work.