Draco was not a particularly happy place, and yet for some reason, right now it had a few very happy visitors.

A little chorus of Carollers, brightly-colored and cheerfully singing, had taken up roost in the eaves of the cave over the last few hours; their song was foreign to this place, lending it a bizarrely out-of-place note of joy. The flock was looking for one creature in particular: the Valkhound Khavur.

Should they locate Khavur, the birds would descend to accompany them: a strange entourage of gentle friendliness. Perhaps loose quills would be lightly plucked at for nests; perhaps birds would, if allowed, roost atop the giant's back. Certainly they would follow Khavur about, granting a sort of background soundtrack to the creature's movements, if it tolerated such.

If they could not find Khavur, however, they would linger in Draco--hopefully out of reach of the other Valkhounds here--keeping a happy, noisy eye out for the two-headed creature that, so they seemed to think, needed a little comfort.

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