Dawnlark Plains There's no seduction, only destruction

In an act of pride, she stuck her bird-stuffed maw into the air and closed her eyes in a cocky manner. The act did not last long, quickly breaking the character she had created for just a moment, to flutter happily in a circle before Dante came padding towards her. She giggled around the feathers in her mouth at his words, at his bump, at his everything.

Wannagohome? She asked, not as used to speaking with her mouth full the way Dante was, as she saw him motioning towards where their forest was. Sure, two quails did not make a meal for a whole pack, but perhaps they could gather just whoever was around instead of releasing a summon for the whole pack.