Lake Rodney Where does a mind like yours wonder

What came next were all fair questions, but none could be answered by Quail herself. I'm not so sure, I didn't make it. I've always had them though, gifts from the beasts I lived with - funny looking creatures. Rather flat-faced and lacking the fur or feathers most animals were gifted, but with long toes on upper paws that allowed them to do things that baffled her. It doesn't have any sort of purpose, not really, but I like it. I used to have more.

Quail had to assume that Treepie's youth meant that she probably hadn't seen much of the world. You could only walk so far. Have you ever left the wilds? She found herself curious, although she could assume that a 'no' would be the provided answer. Quail felt that this was one of the few places in which she had seen no sign of her flat-faced beasts; they were impossible to avoid nearly anywhere else.