Swiftcurrent Creek Wind Beneath Wings

Nightingale froze in mid-jump as a voice wandered into her small space. She squealed and came crashing to earth, more startled than hurt.

After a seconds hesitation, she slowly picked herself up. She glanced at the newcomer with her good eye warily, angling her head in a rather bird-like fashion. After a moment of avoiding eye contact, she meekly nodded and became interested in the dirt under her paws.