The Heartwood roof of the world

A pheasant. For a bird that nature had colored so lavishly, it was small and hardly worth a hunter's attention. In Wraen's limited experience, though these guys weren't the smartest, occasionally they showed more guts than one would expect from them. Hence the small dot-like marks criscrossing the bridge of her nose from a long gone time, when she had been little and tried to hunt a very bold and angry specimen. 

She looked over to Tadec, wondering, what he was planning to do. She thought she read a glint of excitement for a hunt in his features, and smiled, warming up to the idea as well. So as not to scare the bird, she drew closer carefully and quietly. It caught sight of her and in his "bubbling"-like voice said something, at the same time putting some distance between him and her, but at the same time drawing closer to Wraen's companion. 

She gave a quick glance over to the wolf, then took a seat and fixed her gaze on the bird, watching it's every move.

Eventually they caught it, shared it and their paths parted.