Neverwinter Forest in fear and faith

She heard the panicked cries from afar. In what was thirty seconds for the mother, but felt like eternity two the duo, the mother arrived on the scene like a bat out of hell. Rannoch, darlin'! she huffed worriedly, and then saw the tweeting source of the problem. Eshe, not at all fluent in bird nor caring to be, snarled loudly and surged toward her son, moving to stand protectively over him. Once there, her jaws snapped in the direction of the bird with the intent to destroy to appease her frightened boy and her frightened heart. She'd never seen birds go so close to young, though had heard that some might swoop down and eat your cubs if you weren't too careful. The magpie before her looked larger than a crow, and perhaps was carnivorous; she didn't know, she didn't care, because she'd eat the damn thing before it ever got a nibble of her boys, and throw it right back up for her kids to eat to drive the point home to its bird friends.