To Northstar Vale we go...

I think you need to make one last post on Winds Of Sorrow to archive it. It can be a small one

A sudden cold wind blew over, making Itsy shudder. She burrowed her body into the red foxes, as she came to know now, red fur. Scratch asked as she did so what kind of bird she was, and she found herself surprised. Then she remembered how her kind weren't everywhere.

"I'm a Rock Wren. We normally stay close to the ground, rather than the skies and the trees. More tasty treats down here" she stated, adding onto the end to show why. Or at least why she thought they did so.

He piped up a second question, and she answered without pause. "I've been around. Not sure what the names of those places were, but I've been many places, and seen many sights...I've always wondered how humans could be so crowded up. Why don't they get their space?" she asked herself aloud. The rock wren had few run-ins with these 'humans', as that was the name she had been told by her mother, and sometimes she had seen the 'cities' they lived in. Always so clumped up. It really did confuse her as to why they did so.