One Man's Trash... [Peregrine]

Watching the small bird struggle with the otherwise heft pack left Peregrine feeling somewhat frustrated with her own companion. Was Tsiry really so finicky that she was going to make such a small creature do so much work? Of course in the end it looked as if she had made a miscalculation or two, because after a bit of strife the smallest creature did manage to pry free the bag! He shot out of the window, having been exerting so much force, and Mags let out an alarmed cry of her own. Peregrine managed with just a frown, but was still delighted to see that the bird was okay. She grinned at their success, claiming at least part of it as her own even though she'd done next to nothing to assist. "Excellent work," she crowed, trotting towards where he'd ended up. "Let's have a closer look, shall we?" She wanted to let Magpie have the full glory of the moment but gods, was she impatient. Peregrine had never excelled and reigning in her rampant curiosity and this moment was no different from the countless others.