Sunlight dappled the forest floor, painting the backs of the small tobera that gingerly paced along the ground, scanning and sniffing for morsels. With such a peaceful morning, they only lifted their heads occasionally, their blocky eyes scanning the undergrowth, before they returned to foraging. Not even the soft hiss of wind between feathers, or the large shadow passing over stirred them.
A reedacon glided smoothly through the trees, his deep-brown feathers contrasting nicely against the orange streaks that ran across his face and down his chest. The leaves in the branches above and below him barely waved as he passed through, and after several yards his wings fanned out and he swung his legs forward, his talons unclenching and grappling onto the branch in front of him. As he steadied his balance, the creaking of bark woke a sleeping skableon on the boughs of a nearby tree. It lifted its head lazily, four eyes focused on the newcomer, before it grumbled and decided it didn't care, resuming its nap.
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The reedacon scanned the forest ahead of him intensely. In this specific section, the usual broad trees of his woods began to thin out, most avoiding the edges of the ravine that lay ahead. Beneath this cliff's edge, a deep river flowed passively through the seams of the earth, leveling out the ground on the other side of it and giving way to more sparse and coolly colored trees. Stone began to dot the landscape too, and near one patch of rock, a twisted and gnarled snag wound up through the cracks. Its dead branches were only brightened by the greenery of invasive vines, and the yellow talons of a large reedacon that perched amongst them, awaiting his arrival.
With a tentative flap of his wings, the reedacon among the thick trees launched off his branch, a low whirr sounding as his feathers braced against the air, and he drifted down toward the other reedacon. The water of the river rippled beneath him, and again his legs swayed forward. As he landed near her, he staggered, his wings flaring over his head slightly as the branch beneath him creaked more than he would've liked. He pretended not to notice as the female reedacon blinked and gazed at him patiently, and soon he straightened up and stared back up at her with a friendly, slightly humored smile. "Lieutenant Elmyra."
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"Keenan. A pleasure as always." The elegant female reedacon cooed, her arms crossed behind her back. The black contour of feathers above her eyes brought out their bright yellow glow, and her muzzle was a deep orange, albeit her off-white nose. Her long, broad neck was a dappled cream white, which gave way to russet-black feathers all over the rest of her body.
