"Speak" Think

Finally, Hyacinth had wandered into a place that didn't feel like it was trying to actively harm him. He was lounging under one of the willows, enjoying a day when he wasn't unsure how he was going to survive because he wasn't sure he was going to die here. It was pleasant and allowed him to really enjoy a moment of peace, which was unusual for the Aracari, after all even when he went off on his own he always found himself returning to his siblings, and they were practically chaos incarnate.

So it wasn't totally surprising when the lack of noise set him on edge, and the man sighed, rolling back to his paws, eyes scanning for someone, anyone to help fill that void.

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Clay was probably Dagrún's favorite thing and the clever little girl had managed to convince one of Fireside's wolves to take her on another trip. This time she was going with Halla. They were related since they had the same last name but she wasn't really sure exactly how they were related. Halla had said and she'd forgotten. Cousins or something? Not that it really mattered. They'd worked their way south and then in a round about way ended up in a forest of willows. They'd been trying to go directly south east but they'd kept on bumping into pack after pack. Apparently the east was really popular. Dagrún had to admit that it was really pretty.

They soon found a place to rest and while Halla got started on finding fire wood, Dagrún snuck off to find a good place to play with her clay. She soon found a fallen willow tree that looked like it had been split in half. The fallen half had folded over leaving the wood exposed and fairly horizontal. Like a table! Dag bounded over to it and set her clay bundle down. She started kneading the clay when she noticed a pink man. "Wow, hey! You look like a flower, how come your fur is pink?"