Hideaway Strath What kind of magic spell to use?

Chusi was growing rather bored of their (somewhat) peaceful life in the strath. It wasn't the adventure it used to be, but now that they had settled down and the new pops had just begun to spread their furry feathers it'd be a while before it would ever return to that. Already had one babe been stolen; Chusi did not know by whom or how it had happened, but she had noted the absence of one of her favourite siblings - the tiny fighter, Roarke. The kid had spirit, even she could've told you so, and would've been a great little brother, partner and friend. It was sad to see one go so soon, but not knowing what had happened to him was practically keeping the butterfly up at night.

She had no other choice but to pace the nice bedding of the strath with the moonlight shining over her shoulder - back and forth, back and forth.