Wail of the Willow Tree [O]

[Chaq Balamut]

"Happy day, happy day."Chaq thought as he fully extended his wings, showing off the grace of him at full wingspan. Flying in circles, it would've been a beautiful sight, if it weren't for the dead rodent clutched within his talons. He had killed it earlier, as he made his morning routine flights.It was Chaq's day off but it was nothing more he liked more than flying, besides maybe cooking. Due to this he often took his scouting flights in the morning regardless of whether or not he needed too. It was just something he enjoyed doing. With his wings outstretched he titled at an 30 degree angle and began to explore his field of vision. He was hoping to get lucky and find another rodent or fish, though he had already killed on earlier, he didn't mind going in for another kill. He thought nothing of the large mouse he had killed earlier, only as more prey. Circle of life and right now he was on top of another creature. They where amusing thoughts to someone like Chaq, how fickle life was - especially to him - someone who always fought to live to the best of their abilities. His mouse was wrapped up in a large leaf that he had also taken the time fill up with a berries and nuts that he had found along the way, with just a splash of honeysuckle nectar. Even in his usual form as a bird of prey, Chaq often tried to enhance his meals if he had the time. He had thrown just about every berry in his could find in the leaf made pouch - besides black berries. "Yuck!" He thought to himself. Just thought of black berries mixed in was enough to make him want to regurgitate the little to no food already in his stomach. He broke free from his circular pattern. He didn't see anymore creatures worth killing at the moment and as such he extended his wings and dived down toward a large willow tree - arching his wings came to a slower pace and with a few flaps of his large wings hovered over a branch that was placed in a nook of leaves from the willow tree. Making sure to gently place his meal on the branch. Folding his wings in he took sight of his surroundings spotting the clear exits from the tree, he could fly from if needed, as well as the spectacular view of the river. He couldn't help but think what it would be like to enjoy the sound of the ocean again, the trees bristling, the sound of his prey as he dug his talons into them. Instead now all he heard where small whispers barely recognizable. E pluribus unum, he told himself. Every now and then, even if it was only once out of a full conversation or array of sounds he could hear just a little. He could make out something from the noise - even though it was low and extremely difficult - it was enough to keep him from going crazy. He cased his gaze out toward the river, wanting to let the berries and honeysuckle seep into his mouse for just a little longer. The heat helped the meat to be nice and warm, as well as the juices, thus waiting a bit longer to eat it only made it taste better - even if his stomach was crying out for him to eat it right then and now.