Redhawk Caldera she wants to dance like uma thurman.

Of all the interruptions she suspected might happen to her energetic wanderings, a random, talking bird somehow did not make the list of expectations.  Fin slowed her step to peer to either side of her, wondering where the twittery little voice came from when her ears picked up on the flutter of wings that lead her gaze to the riddling magpie.


Fin stopped walking to stare at the birdy, her head tilting slightly.  She wasn't exactly sure how to respond to the question the bird posed.  But that might not entirely have been because she wasn't good at riddles.   "Uh..." the beta replied, startled and wary, "because the creepy talking bird freaked it the fuck out and she wanted to get away?"