closed; jirara
Toriri drifted over the tree tops, enjoying the feeling of cold wind in his feathers. He nodded his head to birds whom he occasionally passed. It was about sunset so all of them would be settling down in their nests soon. Around his shoulder make a makeshift leaf bag that held various items he’s collected in it. It was all he really had.
Approaching a clearing, he saw a thatched roof in the middle of it. It looked abandoned, but he didn’t look very closely. He swooped in for a landing, sticking it.
Stretching and smoothing his feathers down he sat down and opened his bag, taking some food out of it. He hated taking another life just to eat, so it was a fruit and some seeds. The roof was a bit comfy, maybe he should stay here for tonight and forage. He pecked the seeds open and deposited the insides into his mouth, humming quietly.
