Bearclaw Valley I'm not lazy, I'm on energy-saving mode

Ridge considered himself pretty wordly, in the sense that he understood each species had its place, and one wasn't excluded from nature and her wrath. A hunter could be killed by its prey, and prey could kill its hunter. No one was the exception. So, when fellow avians fell prey to others, Ridge wasn't bothered by it. He simply did his best not to fall himself.

He cocked his head when Indra said that her sister was nice to her. He knew what that meant-- that she wasn't nice to others. I am nice until someone gives me a reason not to be, he explained. Unless he was hunting, he didn't often find the need to be cross with someone. 

He made a quick noise that was something akin to laughter. No, no stress at all. He shook his head at her next question. No, not really, he admitted. We were only together until about 5 months old, and that's when we went our separate ways. Haven't seen her since, he explained.