When it's already dragging me down

“Uhhhhhhhhhhh, thanks, I guess?” Aster didn’t know how else to respond to a hawk claiming no interest in eating her because of the flavor of her meat. No way did she believe the hawk. Even if the hawk’s equine companion saved a wolf from quicksand, that didn’t mean shit; the equine couldn’t very well fly to intercept a hawk taking out a blue jay, could he?

“My name’s, uh, Aster!” she chirped to the rescued wolf, in between nervously eyeing that hawk. “I’m glad you’re safe! Very glad! Looks like my assistance is no longer needed! Byyyyeeeeeeeeee!”

Aster’s wings leveled out; she stopped flying in a circle above the quicksand pit, and flew off as quick as she could. Hawks usually killed from above, so she hoped she was safe from the hawk with her back turned. Even so, she would feel much better once she found a forest—or, at the very least, a bush!—to hide in.

// out unless intercepted, she’s terrified of hawks lol