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Liam followed Hazel, glad of their mutual solitude and the hushing of the hubub of the gathering. It was good to get out in the clearer air. He watched the ground, just as she did, but he didn't know at all what to look for, other than rustling. Circling behind her, he waited for her cue to dive.

"Ah, Medlar, then!" Em gave the male a chuckle. "Your name makes you sound like you're in the crafting area. Are you?" She peered at him curiously, hoping this was not the case.

Cedar gave a little grunt of greeting, looking incedibly uncomfortable. He blinked at Em. "A name means nothing, Em," The hunter said, not realizing that she was simply using a conversation starter.

The crafter rolled her eyes and shrugged towards Medlar, her body language coming off as, 'Excuse him, pleaaase'.

Liam took a good look at the creature. It was too small to be a Lepus, thankfully, because he was getting quite hungry. He looked at Hazel quickly, and said as quietly as he could "Time to see if I still remember how to do this!" The feeling was coming back quickly, and he lined himself up with her so they could both strike it. Angling his wings, he nodded at Hazel and went in for the kill.

Birch shook his leg as if to test if the jingling was satisfying. He lifted off and picked up some speed with a couple of powerful wingbeats. At first he appeared to fly away from the crowd and the gatherers, but then he weaved back, trying his best not to bump into anyone or anything on the way.

The jingling bard appeared to perform some kind of odd dance, but no one watching him would think he was a very good dancer. The very thought of a big wildtype male dancing gracefully was a bit silly really.

"Bard coming through!" he yelled as he got closer to the feasting Sentinels and flapped as if he was panicking, "I'm not sure I can stoooop!"

Sensible Sentinels tried to get away after one glance at the fast approaching bard, and the branches around this party of gatherers cleared considerably in the short moments before Birch landed.

As crash landings go it was rather unimpressive. A Parus shrieked and fled as he thumbled down but he had landed firmly on both feet. He had only bumped into two other Sentinels, nothing broke, he wasn’t hurt and the piles and sacks of food barely moved.

“What do you think you are doing young man?” a voice shrieked somewhere in chest height, “You should show more respect for your elders!”. He looked down to see a furious looking female. Small as she was she continued to give Birch the lecture of his lifetime. Birch’s eyes watered and his ear tufts flattened from the verbal assault but he could only shuffle his feet and apologise.

Hazel daintily pecked at the rabbit, somehow staying clean while eating.

"You think Thorn or Roth would want any? Not that Roth eats rabbit though..." She shrugged and swallowed a bit more down. Deeelish! Focused on the food, she nipped Liam's beak in getting one bite, pulling back and blushing furiously right away. "Ack, I'm sorry!"

Hazel sighed with relief. She wasn't sure why she'd been so upset over nipping Liam, but he seemed fine, and said he was fine, so no worries, right? She bobbed sheepishly and returned to the feast. A little more and she looked over the carcass.

"I suppose we could...And why shouldn't we? We can give Thorn some, and offer the rest to the other folk about." She nudged at the dead creature. "Still a god bit of meat on it though...a bit too heavy, I think." With a smile she went back to eating, as if she thought she could dine long enough to make it light enough to carry on her own.

Hazel nodded, still face-first in the meat. A trim here, a nibble there, it'd be easy as pie to get it back. Well, a meaty pie with floppy ears. She hiccuped a few times, lurching away.

"Full up." She hiccuped again, covering her face with a wing. "'Scuse me! Looks like I ate a little too much!"

Liam ripped off a large chunk of the rabbit and swallowed it down. Instead of one of the dainty hiccups that were emanating from Hazel, he let out a massive belch! Horrified, he fluffed his feathers and ducked his face under a wing. "Excuse me!" he said nervously, trying to laugh it out. "Sounds to me like I'm full, too." He stood to full height, smoothed himself down, and gripped the rabbit's ears and neck. "Shall we be off?"