How lovely are your branches

Rhyme wasn't about to allow his mother and Vail go out on their own unprotected. He debated about sending Imperia with them but has finally opted to follow behind. They weren't much in his sights, but their scent trail was strong. He followed slowly, Imperia in the air above the canopy and Solitude riding along on his shoulders comfortably. Rhyme was beginning to wonder if the smaller raven preferred to ride than use his wings. Of course as he got older Rhyme had every intention of making him fly. Not that he had any luck making either raven do anything. Solitude was still young though, and for now Rhyme liked his close company. 

He felt his body stiffen at the sound of Vail's little screech owl, and made haste to where the sound came from. There stood Rhythm and Vail before an odd evergreen. He tilted his head curiously, it seemed to be decorated. The boughs were decorated with berries, nuts, feathers, and even tufts of fur. It seemed like a few song birds and some squirrels had gone crazy. What was even more interesting were the containers beneath. Skulls wrapped with ivy as bows, tufts of sweet grass wrapped together nicely. Vail tripped over one of the skulls and he made himself known. "The tree is covered in decorations, and nicely tied gifts at the bottom." He added as Vail recovered from her trip.