Neverwinter Forest Wings Of A Feather

Itsy was at first startled by the new voice. She glanced around the forest floor first, looking for a wolf. It seemed to be a common occurrence for her to meet a wolf. Or a fox. After finding nothing, she had a very confused look. A look that changed to excitement when she spotted the dark avian, with purple eyes.

She spread her not-yet-dry wings and, with an enthusiastic squawk, flew down to the lower branch. In an ungraceful way. If she had slipped, it would have ended just like that fall from that tall tree. Every now and then, that pain flared up.

"What a day, huh?" she asked, not bothering to introduce herself first.