Piccoli uccelli volano e fuggono

(Set before This )

""Sorellina! Andiamo!"" He had called that morning, trying to get Finch to get out of the den a little more these days. She, like him, needed to work on her anxiety, though she seemed far more wracked with it than he ever was. His manifested in a simple stutter and fear, but it didn't keep him from finding his true life's passion. But her...she could barely leave the den, it seemed. And Starling worried for her. So, he made it his life's mission to help her get out a little more. Today, he needed her help in trying to gather more herbs for his store. Sure, he could probably do that himself, but he really needed her help too...because he just needed it. With a gentle smile he would try and lead her away from the packlands, hoping she would come without much of a fuss, as he moved along the borders of the serpant plains to trot into the Thicket just beyond it. There was a lot of undergrowth here, more so than there was in their homelands, and he was sure there was herbs and plants here he had never seen but would love to use. With a grin directed towards Finch he'd cross over the border, waiting on the other side with patients. Finch was important to him, perhaps because she was the only one that really made him feel like a big brother. He felt protective of her, wanting the best for her. Lark, Shrike and Sparrow could do just fine without him (minus a few bandages here and there...) but her. He needed her just as much as she needed him...he hoped. ""Adventure ti aspetta!""

"Burn Baby Burn"