Sunset Valley When the Canary doesn't sing...

The feathered male began to relax as she smiled, it was nice to speak to someone seemingly friendly for once. "Well, my family live a long way away," he chuffed, "I'm not sure they would accept me back anyway." His auds flicked uncomfortably as he spoke but he continued his speech. "I guess you could say I'm a dispersal.

With a slight tilt of his head, he wondered silently where this conversation was going; whether Win would simply part ways with him or something else, he wasn't sure. "How about yourself?" He spoke once more, feeling a light breeze tickle his pelt and tucking his tail round his paws in a gesture as if to say 'I'm staying as long as you do".