Earlier during morning song practice a hawk had swooped in and attempted to grab some lunch so to speak. Aside from it being an amazingly close call it had interrupted a key lesson and sent the whole flock flitting off in diffirent directions. Most had come back when he had called but apprently Aria who had never been good with directions had flitted a little too far and gotten herself lost it seemed.
He had been wondering about for hours calling her name but what else could he do, Birds don't exactly leave tracks for one to fallow. Even with the rest of the flock scouting about as well things were looking dismal.
"Aria." he called gently.