She was wandering, much like she always did when her master was sleeping. Her bight colors shimmered against the sun, the dark black was a harsh contrast against her. Her short tail flicked as her head raised up to the sun, her eyes closed as she soaked in the warmth. A soft smile crossed her face and her withers shook a bit as Hemlock walked around on her back a bit, his claws digging into her a bit for traction.
"Pretty birdie..." she hummed softly.
