Neverwinter Forest Baby, fineness is the way to kill

Sonny usually spent her time flying around, finding food, being a guide, anything really. She preferred woods and foresty areas for this, and apparently, she had found the right place. The osprey flew up in the air, flapping her brown wings as she looked around in hopes of maybe finding some food or something, but instead, she found a wolf. Eager to maybe talk to this wolf, Sonny flew over to a branch on a tree and perched on it, her yellow eyes examining the wolf.

"Oh, hello there, wolf. Perhaps I haven't introduced myself. My name's Sonny. I've just been looking around. You?"