Haunted Wood Sailin, Sailin The Winds

With the disrespect posed to Kai, Cry immediately raised a barrier of ice betwixt them and this bird. Cry narrowed his eyes at the tweeting avian, noting Tula perching between his own blades. “Then try not to get eaten on your own.”

That was how fast he made it broke potential and existing friendships. No one would speak to Kai that way, especially if she was his. Especially not a damn bird. 

Glacials narrowed as he studied this sand sheathed bird. He’d not been against eating birds in his own time, restraining the indulgance because of Kai’s own companion. And had he been able to catch this smart as, it wouldn’t be excluded from the list. It offered him nothing, and in return, he would give nothing. 

He he didn’t know what search Kai had mentioned, but if she meant in the reference of the bird’s travels, Cry brought a frosty yet calm face to the bird. “One that doesn’t concern us, it seems.”