Haunted Wood All eyes were upon the Taggerung

the taggerung.

for the first time in awhile, shikoba manages to say this name with ease in her mind. it is different, it is new, and yet it is refreshing as this man's personality and friendliness. 

what catches her attention and rounded ears is his declaration of song. and shikoba could not express her sheer excitement. her family had many songs that described history, that described the world, that described pride in being from the pheasant tail family. she would hopefully be one of the many to listen and love the songs of the taggerung.

a swift wag of her plume. she smiles to the man, soon finding herself settling into a sitting position. "shikoba excited to hear taggerung sing. moonglow deserves a song."