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[owl pellets are nasty, man]
Huma was fond of sleeping curled up next to Aerie or playing with the shiny things Momma might find (but they weren't food, as she kept forgetting -- Momma brought food separately), but sometimes a little bird just needed to wander. However, she wasn't very big or very strong, and so leaving the safety of her densite was... generally a poor idea. Not that she was really cognizant of that just yet. She was toddling along through the ferns, trying to follow a flash of movement she'd seen earlier.
The red mouse was far too fast for her to catch, but seemed to almost be having
fun with this little game. The owlet was too small to pose a threat to him, after all, and so the little mouse was happy to dart back and forth just outside her view and then skitter away when she got closer. He'd probably get more anxious than silly later, but for now he was teasing her.
A stop was put to this game when she felt the pressure in the base of her throat reminiscent of a pellet coming up. Huma coughed, hacking up the packed mess of bones and fur and undigestible material onto the ground. Now that this particular space had been
desecrated, she was bored of it, and flapped her little wings fruitlessly. Not that she could
fly, of course, but the stretching of them was still fun! The gray ball of down and awkward angles hopped over to a bush and started trying to climb into it. Maybe she'd take a nap...
@comet
Huma startled when Comet appeared, hissing at the wolf and shifting into the bush where she could not be eaten (hopefully). Ah, right --
this was why she didn't stay on the ground. It all made sense now. But then she noticed the mouse, and turned her head to Comet... well, owlishly, staring at her wide-eyed and confused. Why had she gone to the trouble? Huma certainly didn't understand it, but... well, why pass down free food?
She choked down the mouse whole. It was a process that would look much less uncomfortable when she was bigger, but she didn't exactly have muscles in her throat so the awkward bobbing back-and-forth motion of her head was required before she finally got it down. Stared at Comet, and scraped for words. It was rude to ignore others, or something like that.
"Thank!" she screeched, a sharp and short noise meant to attract attention. An attempt at politeness, at least. Not a great one, though.
@comet
Huma squinted, getting a
scintilla of an idea that she should... probably try to make conversation. Not that words worked very well in her throat, but she pulled herself up to a more stable place on the bush and watched Comet.
"Fuzz," she observed, her voice still sharp and a little shrill. Unpleasant to listen to, to say the least. Her mother called anything with fur 'fuzzy', and Comet sure did have a lot of it. It only made sense that Huma would pick up similar speech patterns as she learned how to use words!
She paused and said,
"Look!" before turning her head almost all the way around and then back again. It was a party trick that had nearly given Sharp a heart attack, so she figured that Comet would get a kick out of it, too.
@comet
Huma let out a
loud shrieking noise as the bush was thrown from under her. She jumped onto Comet's head and started trying to scramble away, but was lamenting how slow she was. Her little legs weren't exactly built for running at the best of times, and they didn't have a whole lot of strength to them anyway.
"BAD FUZZ," she yelled, panic seizing her violently. Okay, okay, so maybe being polite to strangers
wasn't a good idea-- even if they gave you free food!
However, the cries of a new owl were sharp and angry for a very specific purpose -- calling their mother.
@sharp
Huma hissed again and hopped off of Comet to the ground, landing at an awkward angle but recovering quickly before hobbling over to Sharp. Baby birds handled falls pretty well for a reason.
"Bad fuzz!" she insisted, her little wings waving as she ducked behind the lizard. Not that Sharp was exactly big enough to protect her, but whatever.
"Momma," Huma whined, not bothering to address that she'd wandered off. Sharp could figure it out, she imagined.
A bumblebug caught her attention, and Huma squinted at it. Unfortunately her little threat display didn't go anywhere, so she just... turned back to her mother and waited for Sharp to resolve the situation.
@comet
@sharp