Her wings carry her to a nearby branch, where Damona awkwardly lands. Instinctively using her tail to recover her balance, following behind the male Noctowl coos.
"Little soon for that don't you think?" He muses prompting Damona to look at him. It was clear he wouldn't just let her leave.
"Why are you following me? I said I don't want to stick around you."
He cocked his head, "It's my territory, only a couple reasons you'd be here at this time of year." He replies sidestepping closer.
"No. No that isn't it. Look that's my camp." Damona raises her wing extending the feathers to point at the campsite below.
Noctowl's head follows the invisible line, spotting a Rattata, "Oh your hungry." He glides down snapping up the rodent by its tail.
Damona wingpalms and considers leaving, but her stomach... Gizzard growls. She hasn't eaten yet.
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