Neverwinter Forest Ah, Play the Wind of Traveling Wings

Fallko gazed fondly at the egg that just fit in her small nest. It was a beautiful, shiny thing, and the young 'mother' made sure it was always warm, and the nest was always supplied with the best materials. Looking at today, she noticed something was off. Peering closely at the nest, she detected a tiny sign of movement. So she promptly ate it.

As she flew through the trees, searching for a meal for the hungry mother herself, she noticed something odd near the forest floor. Alighting on a branch, she peered at it, vaguely confused. Was it a nest? No, it couldn't be. Whatever it was, it did have some soft looking feathers included in it. Well it would be featherless soon.

The tiny falcon darted downward and clutched the wad of feathers in her beak. They were the perfect addition to her nest.