Birds and Brains [Aster]

Perched on the branch of a nearby oak tree, Aster looked down at the wolf eating amongst ravens. What an odd sight! Perhaps that meant he would be friendly if she asked for a spot at the table? After all, two ravens ate more a single blue jay.

“Hello down there!” Aster called. She shook out her wings and waved with the left, making it easy to spot her amongst the spring growth. “My name’s Aster! And, uh, I’m… hungry. I don’t eat much! Mind if I have a few beakfuls of your protein?”

She hopped in place on the branch, caught up a bit in the anticipation. She didn’t usually eat meat, but the north didn’t have her usual favorite grubs and seeds, and she’d found wolf-caught meat was a fine substitute.