Blackfeather Woods Someday your bird is going to fly.

After snapping away a few patches, he made it to her location. Then he began working at one side of the thicket while she did another; soon enough they had cleared plenty of the mess away. Tit became so engrossed in the work that he lost track of himself - but one poorly aimed snap caused his mouth to catch on a cluster of bramble, so when he came away his cheek was smeared with blood. It wasn't as gnarly as Maegi's grinning face, but there was a vague similarity. He pulled away from the work and huffed, spitting thorns and debris from his tongue.