WC: 535 OOC: Niro is in Optime :3
Life was going. That’s what Niro knew and when life happened he knew that so were the eggs, as well as the raptors that were coming back from a migration the took to follow some of the animals or whatever reason they left for. So he was on the search with Marahute flying overhead. She was a master of the skies and he knew it. Though she was big, far bigger than many of her own kind, only because she was well taken care of and a female, she could still fly swiftly and diligently through the air, and even as Niro watched her, through the trees. Tasha was with him and showed her own interest in the birds, though how interested she really was, was beyond him. She was giggling at Marahute as she moved back and forth and Niro was sure the bird was making antics just for the child.
Niro was brought to this place by the clusters of trees, enough to hold the birds of prey but easy to move between when need be. There was plenty of prey, and the cliffs. There were many areas around here with cliffs that helped the birds find great nesting grounds. For now he would study the area and see what he could spot. He was good at tracking birds as they were masters of leaving only their droppings as any trace of where they were.
He bent down to see a pellet. So this was home to owls too. He looked up wondering, perhaps he should see what he can offer owls and what they could offer him. He wasn’t sure how well they would take to another predator like Marahute. They were both formidable and he knew that some owls could get as big as his own bird. Tasha asked a few questions and was quite disgusted that her father would pick something up that came from the belly of an owl. Niro’s eyes scanned the ground for a second when he saw that of another luperci.... and a bird on his back. His thoughts on owls ceased immediately. He headed straight for the other man, who gradually became familiar the closer Niro got to him. Tasha asked him a few times who the man was, quietly and soon became silent and hid behind her father when they were close to the man who was a strange her to her. He couldn’t put a name to the man’s face but he remembered the man. He was smiling and walking quickly, but enough that it was only quick and it wasn’t even a jog.
“Hello again! I know I know you from somewhere.”
He said in a polite, yet hearty voice. He was looking between the man and the bird, interested in the beautiful coloration of the bird and wondered where he got it from. perhaps a trade? Or he found it. It was not a bird native to these lands. He wasn’t going to rush into things though, company was always well kept from another bird lover. Marahute didn’t think so. She kept high up on a perch in the trees but she watched and waited.
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