The Heartwood roof of the world

"Indra? I know someone called like that," Wraen remembered meeting the russet furred she-wolf, who was her relative, though their connection was very complex and hard to explain. It could be the same wolf - because the name was rather unusual, but you never knew.

"No - I come from the mountains," she replied and this would have been the end of their conversation, had not the sound of breaking branches and rustling leaves caught her attention and made her stop. She listened intently searching for the source of the sound - it repeated, now nearer and she caught the scent that was particular to birds. Individual species had their own variations of odours, but the base was the same.

Forgetting her initial aim - to reach the springs - she know cast a questioning side-glance to Tadec - and then proceeded to walk in the direction of the bird, who was invisible at the moment. She reached a little clearing and there in the moonlight she caught a sight of...

Your choice of what bird they find.