Neverwinter Forest quietam flumen

an ear shifted in the woman's direction as she asked for some seeds of her own. velia happily shared, standing again to sprinkle some atop the length of the náttfari's back. both now speckled by an abundance of seeds, velia returned to her original laying spot and glanced upwards to watch the trees. 

"mmm, yes. be still and speak soft words," she let out in a whisper. 

a small congregation of birds had gathered along the branches, curious, but hesitant. it was a cardinal who braved the wolves first, landing upon pangur's back to begin sifting through the seeds. a crow joined next, swooping down to hop near the arrangement of seeds that had fallen among the floor, it's beak chattering with ample curiosity.