Redhawk Caldera swamp-moss

She did a double take at Chickadee’s riposte, though before Shenanigans could think of what to say, the “birby” alighted in the grass. The younger girl went very still, eyes huge as she stared at the creature.

It didn’t have a beak, nor tailfeathers. Although it looked like no avian she had ever seen before, it did have wings, so Shenanigans still firmly believed it was a bird of some sort.

Hi, birby! she shouted, oblivious to her companion’s attempt to keep things sotto voce. Why you so weirt? she added, muzzle wrinkling in a good-natured laugh.