Neverwinter Forest quietam flumen

Pangur came to sit where she was invited, listening as Velia spoke while her own eyes followed the crows, seeing if she could guess which ones were muddy sticks or however the saying went, and which ones might've been more willing.

Alas she could not tell much. The ones who watched from the trees, maybe.

Sprinkle some on me, too. She grins mischievously, coming down to rest on her belly. She had no ticks but perhaps crow beaks and claws would've been nice back scratchers. I imagine we must stay still, ja? They might be more confident that way?