Blackfoot Forest love can be a liar

creyr's attempt at dissuading the songbird only served to strengthen her resolve, though the little thing no longer outwardly prattled her intention. "fine." she said with a dejected sigh, sweeping her gaze to the ground as if defeated.

but she wasn't going to be convinced otherwise so easily! slyly she canted her head and asked: "but what does he look like so i know to run when i see him?" she could always pull the maiden in distress thing.. when a woman screams in the woods, someone is bound to come running, right?

the mention of food did brighten her features, and with a perky smile she shifted. "sure! i mean, i don't eat them but i'll help you chase them."