Mount Apikuni these things that you're after, they can't be controlled

under the watery light of the rising sun and the full rust-red circle of the moon, everything is still and eerie in a way that feels more familiar than foreboding, but without the accompaniment of the flock and his family, it feels incomplete. he has avis -- they have had each other since he was little more than a blind cub -- but perhaps this is the first time he feels something close to missing where and what he used to be.

it is a feeling that, at least, passes quickly, lost in a mix of his own curiosity and both an inability to comprehend it and a disinterest in trying.

"quid tu scio de illa?" caw chirps instead, sweeping his muzzle to face his companion, but in the rush of movement his ear catches something -- a faint sound, too quiet to make out, but present nonetheless. his ears flick to attention, head tilting as he blinks owlishly into the murky semi-darkness of an early summer morning, and avis does not need him to point anything out; she shifts and sweeps off his back in a flurry of beating wings. 

he trots a few steps along the rock he has spent the night atop, mouth half-open like a snake scenting for prey as his nostrils flare. it is perhaps too difficult to make out anything other than vague, shadowy shapes but it is not that caw needs in the end, nor sound or smell -- it is the reflected gleam of light off a pair of eyes in the dark, and nothing more.

"te video!" caw trills, pleased with himself as he slinks forward, the slow purpose of his movements distinctly predatory. he casts his gaze along the brush, picking out the gleam of light from the corners of his eyes as he grows closer. by now he is certain there is nobody here that speaks his tongue, so there is little purpose in introducing himself in such a way. "hello!"