A small group of birds walked along the border of WC eyeing them up and seeing what was there for the snatching. The head bird that was leading them was a small fluffy silver birchen nakednecked bird.
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Silvermist watched them warily from the branch of a nearby oak tree. Her yellow eyes followed their every move.
A spangled hen whispered something to the small group as they stopped for a break. She was watching over in SilverMists direction with her squinted eye.
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Silvermist watched them warily from the branch of a nearby oak tree. Her yellow eyes followed their every move.
A spangled hen whispered something to the small group as they stopped for a break. She was watching over in SilverMists direction with her squinted eye.
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously and stared back, impassive.