The driving force of the idea to repair the old windmill was no her own, but that in no way meant the Consul did not support it. This was just the sort of initiative the pack needed to flourish and prosper and she was happy to step down and take on the role of simply a helping hand rather than a leader. Anu's russet son seemed a bit unsure of himself, but he was doing a good job of putting a fairly confident front on. Honestly he reminded her a bit of herself when Naniko had first promoted her into the ranks of pack leadership.
Vespasian perched gingerly on her shoulder, watching the proceedings with his piercing amber eyes. Against all odds Savina had become quite attached to the osprey and found the assistance and information he could provide her indispensable. Never had she imagined to form a bond with another species like many seemed to. It had not been something sought out, it had simply occurred through some intriguing twist of fate.The Marino fey had no doubt Vespasian would prove a helpful entity in this endeavor as well.
After Oak had spoken, Savina nodded her head. "I can take the other ladder and do the same. Vespasian can help to bring supplies up to us." The raptor fluffed up his feathers as if in understanding.
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