Felltree Marsh Entry No. 1

Not at all! Excited to write with you! Boone is still welcome to hop in too!

Kyrell's ears swiveled towards the voice before his head followed. Scouring the environment before catching sight its owner. A golden furred woman hidden by the sun's glow. A humored exhale escaped his nose. You're quite right on that account, he called out in return, haven't seen much of the birds myself, though.

His posture remained loose. Leaning over the end of the log to better account for the space beneath, gaze breaking away from the stranger. Ground seems a touch drier over there, if that's not a problem with you.

He didn't wait for an answer before pushing against the wood, descending from the woodpile. His feet sank into the muck before he pulled out his paws with a squelch. Having freshly painted himself again, Kyrell approached with a polite nod of his head. Gentlemanly, were he not absolutely filthy.

I know I'm not feathered, but it is nice to meet a friendly face.