Hoshor Plains lascaux

Sonny the osprey had been flying around, hunting food and guiding others to family and other things, like she usually did. She also spent her time perched upon other animals, in an attempt to maybe groom them or something, peel bugs off of them or whatever. Sonny was an interesting bird, and now, she took to the skies for exploring.

When Sonny had flown along the plains, looking down every so often, she had noticed a bison, obviously a male, and she perched on a tree branch, her yellow eyes examining the large mammal. "Hello there, bison." Sonny greeted, tilting her head. "What brings you here today?"