Hushed Willows Look him in the eye, aim no higher

Both feathered creatures seemed quite overjoyed with the recent reunion as the forest filled with the energetic chirps of the dynamic duo. "No no. I wouldn't leave! I am a woman of my word." A polite dip of the head. Iolana wasn't used to all the noise of the miniature pair below, how could two tiny creatures make so much racket? After a few busy moments, it caused her head to hurt. Her head was not throbbing, it was simply a silent attacker, a painful itch always at the back of the mind. 

"Hush now Lale." A soft, creamy paw tapped the bird with swiftness. It wasn't enough to cause any balance off-throw, but enough to cause the squawking to lower a bit; a nod. "This place has proved itself plentiful. I'm sure it is a wonderful spot to settle!" The wisp was honest in her words, the forest had provided not only Iolana but also her companion in enough food for both, something that dwindled from time to time. "How many others are there now?"