Broken Antler Fen Mentality of tons

"Okay - Tally Ho - A hunting we will go!" Wraen called and beckoned the general direction they were heading to. She hummed to herself, as they made their way along the edge of the lake and then crossed a small bridge (made by a fallen tree) over a little river. Now and then she stopped to see, if Khali was still following her and was okay doing so. 

"So... tell me about yourself a little," she said. "What kind of bird are you?"