Thread:FeatherflightTheSkyWing/@comment-32195317-20181128223028/@comment-35079031-20190115223730

Mouse nodded, meeting Bird's gaze. "Okay. Thanks." Meanwhile, Grass padded up to them with a jawful of herbs. "Prey time," he told them, gesturing with his head to wear Windreader was gathering up all the tribe members. Several hunters had already dropped their catches at his paws, and he was busily inspecting the meat, before nodding to say he approved. A few kits tumbled up to him and he gave them their food.