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Niro found himself out of his pack again, deciding that Amaranth could handle the pups right now. He wanted a little peace, and needed to mark where the birds were so that soon he could have a word with them. Marahute flew over head circling the area. She was his eyes from above and it didn’t take her long before she found something. Niro hurried over to the spot she closely circled only to find a woman.... and strange looking birds.... He never researched birds other than raptors so this was new to him. He moved quietly, it didn’t seem the birds were concerned about Marahute, though they aught to be, but she was also further up than that of a hunting eagle.
“Hello.”
The feathered wolf said in a calm voice. He didn’t want to scare the birds. It seemed she was playing some sort of game with it. He knew that the biggest thing on a birds mind was food, but this bird was a seed eater, at least he thought so. He didn’t know anything that hunted stuff smaller than a mouse. He looked at the shape of the beak, and thought that no, it wasn’t a seed eater... but his attention was turned right back to the woman who was laying down.
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