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Tynder sat glaring at Brushfyre, how much longer was he going to sit there and snore? She looked outside and saw that the moon was already rising into the sky. Feeling anxious she wanted her mate to wake up, today was the day to start making their nest. Looking over her shoulder she saw that Brushfyre was still snoring, glaring she hopped over and gave him a harsh peck with her beak.

Sighing with relief that the nest building was finally underway, Tynder carefully began the important task of cleaning away old tree leaves and debris. As dirt flew from the roosts opening Tynder hoped that Brushfyre would hurry back. The need to have the nest done as soon as possible was very important to her. Glowering at some leftover pellets she shuffled those out the entrance with a huff.

With the last of the pellet debris gone from the roost, Tynder walked out unto the entrances perch. She whistled shrilly and was pleased to see her call answered promptly. A small chirop lighted on a branch near its mistress and it looked at Tynder expectantly.
"Crimson please go assist Brushfyre in gathering the nest materials. Make sure you select materials that are soft and dry." Tynder said with an authoritative voice. Without hesitation Crimson nodded and took flight, disappearing into the night.
Moments later Tynder heard the arrival of Brushfyre's skurri as they clambered up the tree.

Tynder turned on Brushfyre as her feathers puffed up with her distaste to what she had just heard.

"How dare you even say such a thing! You know how important this is to me. And if for one moment you think you can dump this one on one of your "favors" well think again buster. You march right back outside and continue gathering for our nest. If you so much as put a talon out of line, I will know."

As if to prove her point Crimson made a timely appearance at the entrance. She placed some soft dry moss at her mistresses feet.

Clicking her beak Tynder walked up to Brushfyre and removed some of the moss from his feathers. "These are satisfactory, you'll do just fine." She nuzzled her head into his feathers then turned and began carefully placing the new moss bits.

Tynder scoffed "Don't be daft, your skurri are perfectly capable of performing the tasks you ask, and if you feel they are really that incompetent I will have Crimson supervise them." Frustrated she began preening her feathers but soon looked up again and quipped, "I don't care how long it takes for you to find the nesting supplies but you will go out tonight, and help me complete this nest!"

With that said she began to shuffle Brushfyre and his Skurri's out of the roost. "Crimson!" Tynder screeched, "Make sure my husband does his job!"

Sighing Tynder was very glad that the roost was empty. She hopped out onto a branch and began hopping to some of the higher limbs. She was very proud of this tree. Her mate had selected it when they first arrived in the forest and it was strong and sturdy.

Smiling to herself she felt proud that through the complaining she could always rely on her mate. And thats exactly what she wanted for her little ones. Selecting some sturdy twigs she took her prizes and returned to the beginnings of the nest. Carefully weaving them together she hummed softly as she worked.

Selecting some of her soft down feathers Tynder began placing them among the twigs and moss of the slowly growing nest. As she continued to sing to herself she heard the familiar flutter of Crimson lighting on the entrance. Tynder turned and took the twigs from the chirops mouth.

"Do you have anything to report?"she said sternly.

Shaking her small head Crimson replied, "No, Mistress. Alls well."

Nodding her approval she gestured for Crimson to leave for more supplies.
She sighed as she felt her stomach rumble. Realizing she hadn't eaten since the previous night she put her final touches on the nest and took wing into the night.