Mesa

The peregrine falcon landed on the top of a small knoll, her balance still a bit shaky with one missing leg. After adjusting herself, Mesa gave a sharp cry to alert the pack members here. The Lurker had some news from Hydras.

Zhener

He was a bit distraught about witnessing Twilight's death, especially because he could not make sense of her dying words. The only thing he got out of it was a name - Dusty. And something about needing help. He'd remember that, in case he ever came across a creature with that name.

Returning to his 'pack' to seek some much-needed good feeling, the wedgie spotted the much smaller raptor below. Gliding towards the ground, Zhener landed on the edge of the knoll. "'ello zhere!" He chimed out, waddling towards Mesa, his head bobbing with every exagerated step he took, "Vhat brings you 'ere? Just meeting zhe pack, maybe?" She did look familiar to him, but he couldn't quite place it.

Joscelin*Aderyn

Karai had sent her son to help Azul deal with the wolves who sought to ally with them, but the screech of Mesa distracted him, and he turned toward the sound. Training his eyes across the land, he spotted a familiar sepia-winged friend. Slowing to a stately walk, he called out to them. 'lo, Zhener. What brings you to these parts again? He let his mother's soft smile grow on his face, remembering this funny bird, before he let out a series of notes, bringing a second set of pads to him.

The silvery Aderyn came bounding in beside her brother, skidding to a halt at a distance so as not to scare the birds, whom she knew from experience with Zhener could be very flighty. She had finally grown, and now stood about an inch over Moon Spirit's height, though she was by far the smallest of her siblings. Aderyn took a moment to study the two birds, and then a grin grew on her face as she called to him. Oi! Zhener! Where'd you disappear to, eh? Who's your friend, there?

Zhener

He spread his wings out in emphasis to joy, "Friends, 'ello! Good to see, good to see!" Zhener greeted, his dark eyes slightly squinted in that smiling look, "Been here, been zhere, just looking round. I zhought it vas time to see good friends again, ja? En here you are! Oh, zhis iz.... Pirqua, ja?" The eagle explained, looking excitedly from Joscelin to Aderyn, and mistaking Mesa for her mother. And then he remembered again about Twilight. Taking on a slightly more somber tone, Zhener added on, "I did meet a wolf zhat died. Said for help, but I don't understand vhat for. Said zhe name 'Dusty', en zhen she die."

Joscelin*Aderyn

Joscelin smiled at the bird and made a small bow of apology. Mama means for me to speak with Azul, so I fear I must leave you. Fare thee well, Zhener. And he trotted away.

Aderyn listened as her friend spoke, screwing up her forehead in concentration as she searched her memory for the name Dusty. Finally she shook her head, and spoke softly. I have no idea, Zhener. But maybe Mama does. She knows more wolves than I do. Though, she's not really in a good temper at the moment... And she faded off.

Zhener

"Good bye!" The eagle called before he cocked his head to the side, ruddy-hued eyes narrowed in thought, "Vhy no good temper? Maybe I bring her food, make her feel good again?" Zhener offered, often trying to resolve problems by presenting others with a good meal. He glanced to Mesa now and spread a wing out in a gesture, "Come here, talk vith us! No need to stay in zhe dark!"

Aderyn

Aderyn turned her sweetest smile upon Mesa, trying to project a friendly face. Perhaps the bird was not familiar with wolves? Finally she let her voice flow forth softly, speaking to her. Easy there, friend. I'll not harm thee. I'm Aderyn, the winged one. Come speak with us.

Her ears perked to Zhener's question, and she shook her head sadly. I'm afraid it's not really anything food can cure, Zhener. Mama is just... a little sad and a little angry, I think. What with the war and all, she's been really moody lately. And she looked over to where Joscelin had joined Azul, remembering what her mother had said about the fight they were having. Just... she's been really... tense... and that's not like her.

Mesa

Being dwarfed by the eagle, the peregrine falcon wasn't so inclined to come closer- especially since her last encounter with a larger raptor at the Barn. She was still healing from those wounds.

"Eh, I'm fine here..." Mesa replied, not meaning to be rude, but still eyeing Zhener uncertainly, "Are either of you part of Moon Spirit's pack? I've got a message to deliver from Hydras. Well, more like an invitation." The falcon corrected herself.

Aderyn

She smiled at Mesa, and spoke softly. Well, we kind of both are, but Moon Spirit is at the den and Zhener isn't fond of it... so if you have a message I guess give it to me.

She distinctly remembered Zhener's fear of close, dark places, and wished to spare him the discomfort.

Kekochoi

You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me. Don't deny.
Sweet sacrifice.
One day I'm gonna forget your name,
And one sweet day, you're gonna drown in my lost pain.

Her duo colored gems followed the others for a moment before she revealed herself from the deep brush. Her eyes swept over Aderyn then to Zhener then Mesa. "Yes...Mother is with Karai at the moment, dear Mesa. What is this invitation that you speak of?" Her words were kind but something was off about the femmice. She seemed....Colder. Darker. Not in the way of Abamacho and Aaka but in a...Different way. Business like, professional. Get the job done then forget everything that happened. It was to be expected. Abamacho walked out on them, her aunt wreaking havoc among everyone. Invaders trying to make alliances with them. But her face was a cool mask, so much unlike the old kind Kekochoi. The sweet heart of the litter.

Seasons Change, Now I'm Lost again
I dance for you and still you pretend
Like I'm Not there for you
Lost again, Silly Me
You Hate Me, Why Can't I Be Free?
Much to much Pain to Bear
Everything is Just so unfair

Mesa

Ruffling her feathers, Mesa relayed what Hydras had given her, "We've caught an old enemy of ours, and she's going to be executed in an hour or so..." The falcon looked up, her sharp eyes seeking the sky beyond the waving canopy. The sun was sinking into the horizon. "...and then you and the rest of the Lurker allies are invited to a hunt with us. I'm not sure where, but I imagine we'll be bringing down quite a few things to eat." With so many expected to go hunting, they could brind down just about anything that they crossed paths with. And they'd have too, to feed everyone.

Aderyn

Aderyn politely stepped back as Keko came into view, for although Aderyn was older by a few days, Keko WAS the alphen's daughter. Watching carefully, she waited.

Zhener

He was quite thankful for his friend's words. Just the mention of a den brought back fear to his mind. Scrambling back akwardly while with Aderyn, trying not to mess up his tail feathers, he spoke, "Execute somevon? Must be serious, ja?" The eagle turned big as to Adyern, with the look of 'this sounds like trouble'. "Must be like zhe Rook Hawks- I've heard crazy stories 'bout zhem..." Zhener whispered to Adyern, though his voice was easily loud enough for all to hear. "Crazy dangerous birds, mobsters, pranksters, very wild, I hear." He added, shaking his head in dismay and peering back at Mesa. Whether his rambled speech was understood or not, he suddenly seemed rather suspicious of Mesa.