Sunbeam Lair Playing with Plants

It was made clear right away that the other knew of the mistake she'd made, and felt remorse for having done it. She understood that the other was only trying to help, and for that she would not be reprimanded. "Your apology is accepted," the yearling voiced, ears cupping forward as she caught the gentle cries of the remaining chicks. Some remained alive, still, but they could not be left that way. It would be a cruel punishment for a crime they'd played no part in committing. "You must end the lives of the ones that remain," she began. "Their mother will no longer be able to find them, nor will she be capable of returning them to the tree from which they had fallen. You must end their lives before they have the chance to suffer. Perform for them this act of mercy as an apology, to them, for what you have done." It was harsh, perhaps, but necessary. They would either freeze or starve, neither of which being respectable ways to die. To honour their short lives, they needed to be killed and eaten, so that their fall would not have been wasted.

Following her apology, there came a request to be taught. "Of course," she stated, having nothing against helping the younger female out. "Given your inability to smell it may be difficult, but not at all impossible." Rather than telling the girl of the various scents that could be followed or plucked out from a hoard of fragrances, she would have to teach in a manner that relied solely on one's gift of sight. To observe the weather's conditions, the terrain of the earth, and even the trees and waterways that surrounded them. So many things could be used to find certain plants, just as long as someone knew what to look for.