Just a little something

Since hunting in the north, she had stuck to it. It was different from the ocean, but it was still pretty. Maybe when summer and spring got here, it wouldn't change. Wouldn't that be something? To never have to change. She almost hoped for the cold weather to remain forever, if only she could justify hunting and eating. Wren wasn't a glutton, but she had improved her skills somewhat since coming here.

"Basilisk?"

He was calling for her. Lifting herself from the makeshift den, she followed the sound of his howl. There was something else in the wind too, the smell of birds. Walking closer, she spotted the larger male holding a cage and a peregrine falcon in it. His own companion was peering at the caged one. She lifted a brow as she neared, stopping a short distance between them.

"What's this, then?" she asked, curious. Of course she knew what it was, but why was he carrying a bird around? What possible reason?

"Speech"