Standing near the edge of a slow moving stream, Gale carefully bent her head, dipping her nose into the cold, clear water. She drank for a few moments before pulling back, walking back a few steps. She craned her neck, trying to look over her shoulder at the small little basket tied to her back - courtesy of the ever resourceful little mouse companion she always had with her. Berimbau was clever, and since Gale was always too worried about leaving her basket even for a few seconds, he had come up with the idea of tying it to her back with several lengths of old cord he had managed to scrounge up.
Gale poked her nose gently at the basket. There was a small, barely audible whinny from inside, and Gale felt a small twinge of happiness. She ruffled her feathers a bit as she moved further downstream, trying to decide what to do for the day and where she should go.
