Neverwinter Forest birds of a feather

It was early morning, and Jaws had been on the move most the night. The first light of dawn was just beginning to break through the evergreens as he slipped beneath a cluster low hanging branches, scratching out a bed to lie down in. Just as the coywolf was drifting into sleep, a shower of snow landed on his head and he let out an exasperated sigh, knowing just the reason for this disturbance; a gray jay had landed clumsily on the branches above.

Two days prior, Jaws was hunting and caught sight of a hawk set upon the ground. It had just captured its dinner and was about to fly off when Jaws grabbed it. From its grasp fell the small gray jay, frightened and ruffled but unharmed. The coywolf paid little attention to it, the hawk was more than enough for a meal, and because he was travelling, Jaws was not caching any extra food. Since then the bird had followed him, gradually moving in closer and closer.

"I should have eaten him," Jaws grumbled as he rose from his very temporary bed and shook himself free of the snow. Since sleep was out of the question, he settled into an unhurried walk as the gray jay flew from branch to branch around him, keeping its distance.