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Chozi was out of the lands again, stumbling out of the swampy area with as much grace bird in a windstorm. He often left the lands, but lately he had stayed within to work on a project. However, he had once again run out of the feathers he needed - some where bent wrong and some had broken on his journey.

He was on his way to ask a small flock if they could spare any more. Sometimes Mellas would give him one of her pretty, striped flight feathers or know where to find them, so it could not hurt to ask. He was tired though - perhaps he should have waited, but it was too late now.

He wandered further along, searching for any signs of Avians as he went, or looking for any particularly pretty feathers.

The, admittedly aging Cheeton, wandered along. He sniffed trying the find the familiar scent of bird in the wind. He moved along the solid ground, finally finding his land-legs and took a familiar path.

He didn't find any feathers that he could use. The flock must have moved on, so he walked even further. The first thing he saw was the bird, flitting around in a tree, hopping a bit and calling its song out.

The second thing he saw was the Hyena. He stilled - he might be part lion, but he was also a cheetah. He wasn't built for a fight, especially not being used to the solid lands or walking along without having the balance on dry patches.

He watched for a bit longer, noticing that the Hyena was watching the avian - but not in hunger. Perhaps he could talk to the Hyena and call the bird down. In fact, he was almost sure the avian was Mellas, but he could not be complete sure unless he moved a bit closer.

"Hello," he called lightly to the Hyena, hoping not to startle her.