Buried Bones

Proud. Michevious. Damn bird

Flamie was strictly neutral as it was. If she angered a wolf despite not wanting to, she could fly away. Her talons worked just fine too. It was regrettable to say as long as she got her bones - she was okay with most jobs. Yet so far all that had been asked of her was herbs. Herbs, herbs, herbs. Those little plants were so easy to get it made her want to laugh even more! She smiled at the little companion that Sin had. Her beak opened wide to the fact Sin was so strong. Many males fought to the death over her before she had ran here. Though she had never found a mate - too boring and easy. Especially with the amount of red on her feathers. "Right right! I'll be right back you two." Flamie spread her wings and lifted off. She searched for what she remembered the wolves used.

After a few minutes she returned with a bundle of plants and other things in her talons and beak. Cobwebs, poppy seeds, and what she figured was a type of plant that helped patch up scratches and wounds. She was no healer, but the basics from her travels stuck in her head. "Here you go." she folded her wings back against her body. "Mr.Wolfie I think you're really cool, it kinda reminds me of my clay. How you wear your enemies, the more our species gets stronger the more we paint our feathers. It means we fly well and not to mess with us." She ruffled her red clay tainted feathers.

MADE BY MINNIE of BTN