Run, Rabbit

[SENTINEL]

Making it clear to a rabbit when it is time to dawdle and when it is time to run is often easier than one might think. If one happens to be a bird with a big, threatening wingspan and a tendency to throw one's weight about, of course, it is easier still.

A lone sea eagle seemed to be having perhaps more fun than she originally intended, out on the breezy field of scraggly grass and rabbit holes. Chasing rabbits had never seemed like a good idea to Sentinel before, but now that she was giving it a go... it was...

"Stupid bunny, get out! Get out get out get out!" she snapped, talons flashing at the rabbit's hind legs and just missing by inches as it dived into a rut in the ground and stayed there, her claws skimming the fur on its back as she pushed her wings forwards and dropped to the ground, immediately folding her wings and preening herself as if nothing had happened.

Being seen partaking in such a foolish activity would be no good - no good at all. But Sentinel wasn't too worried about that today. She had barely seen any other birds around lately - and those, only past the mountains. Sentinel did not care. At all. No. She had more space to herself. More time. To do whatever she liked! Whether or not this stretched on for yet another year, what did she care?

...Boredom was not something she had counted on.

[PANDA]

A rumble of noises echoed out from a rabbit hole near by to Sentinel, followed by a patter of clawsteps and a range of coughing noises. An Osprey shortly followed, clambering out of the rabbit whole, her wings tightly tucked into herself due to the small size of the rabbit hole, some may wonder how she'd fit in there to begin with. Her feathers, covered in dirt from the hole, looked dimmer than usual but the white parts streaming out from the normally brown feathers.

Letting out a large yawn, Panda flapped her wings, sending dirt caressing around her. "Wow. That was fun!~" She exclaimed, raising her head to scan her surroundings. "Wow, I ended up all the way over here!" She said happily, glancing over at Sentinel. "Hi there~!" She greeted, smiling as she wandered closer to the large bird. "I'm Panda!" She introduced, blinking for a prolonged time to show her eye feather patches more clearly. "That's cuz I have eye markings like another being called a Panda~ I've never seen one myself, but I've heard of them!" She explained, opening her eyes again.

[SENTINEL]

Sentinel merely continued preening herself for the entirety of the somewhat one-sided attempt at making conversation. It was probably best that she didn't respond. After all, it was just another annoying bird that...
...No, wait. There hadn't been any birds here for a long time. Sentinel whirled around to face the newcomer, staring her up and down with a critical eye. "Why have you come here?" she snapped, rather rudely if one believed in proper etiquette. "To this place? This region. Penna. Why are you here, Panda?"

She didn't seem like she was entirely familiar with thinking before she spoke, so all her sentences were split up and seemed to come out as she thought them. Still, surely the concept would be understood. She wasn't entirely unclear.
At least, she hoped she wasn't. A long time guarding empty skies could do that to you.

[PANDA]

Panda glanced up at Sentinel, not even flinching at her stern words, one may call her a fool, but she found no threat in anyone. "I..." She began, thinking back to why she was actually here, looking away for a moment while she thought, then back to Sentinel. "Oh yeah! My brother told me to come here~! He said it'd be save. He's gone to find my parents, see? And he thought it'd be too dangerous for me to go, so he told me to come here! Nice fish here too!" She explained, bending her head to nudge the feathers on her stomach before standing up straight again.

"I like to explore, I was looking in the rabbit holes! But the rabbits ran away too fast" She said, lowering her head in sadness. "But I don't really like the taste of rabbit anyway!" She finished, lifting her head again and smiling. "What about you? Who are you?" She asked curiously.

[ODIN]

A brisk breeze swept over the flying bird's chest and face, indicating a delicious pocket of strong wind into which he squeezed. The raven, a white slash across the back of his neck, tilted his primaries gently, twisting his tail-feathers in the opposite direction and sent himself spiraling skillfully upwards in a gentle incline. The feeling was pleasant, like a swooping in his guts, but it was something he much loved. There was nothing more precious to a bird of the skies then then wind beneath his wings and the world beneath his view, and Odin knew this very well, and appreciated it with a sagely calmness that seemed to be lacking in the birds of these days. He was indeed, a warrior of far off times and the campaigns of older days, and there were ways about this bird - seemingly regal - that were gracious and interesting, but at the same time obviously hardened by a kind of non-physical callous. They were the marks of the battles he had long fought, as if imaginary medals which the bird of demons bore with joy.

Thus were the ways of the warrior.

The open air made him feel..odd though. Odin had been a scavenger born between the trunks of the great and hulking trees, the closeness of a forest ceiling soothed him, but out here there was little protection against predators, yet at the same time, very few places to hide for those on the prowl. So the one-eyed demon bird kept his wits about him, occasionally rotating his head about to survey the entire sky, azure brilliance washing across his remaining vision. The mission orb, in the same fashion of the feathers, had been torn out in the course of some great skirmish, to the best of his recollection. It was not a story he often told, yet remembered on quite a daily basis, where the beak of a falcon had torn his eye asunder and ripped it from his skull. The pain had been so great yet he remembered it with a kind of relish.

His wings were growing tired though, fatigued by a long journey over these seemingly endless fieldlands. The warrior would soon need to alight and rest his wearied limbs so down he began to climb, catching at lighter pockets of still air where he could drop suddenly as he pleased. Soon he was there, the land growing beneath his feet and rising up to meet him. It was a supple bush with blooming purple flowers that he chose to rest upon, reaching out with his legs and taking perch, fluttering ever so slightly to steady himself. Once upon the ground he heard voices and was..oddly surprised, for the language of the birds was a unique thing, only understood one to the other. These were definitely the tones of other avians, for he could understand their every word. Finding the culprits was not hard, for they stood out in plain sight quite suddenly, two massive birds of prey. One seemed gentle while the other violent, but Odin was a curious and by nature he needed to know what the situation was all about. He took to wing and was on the ground in moments, landing only ten feet away from the pair of birds, both large predators. The rhetoric of their speech spoke of no threat to him. Not just yet. At least he could hold his own.

"You seem to be on a bit of an insecure streak," the raven commented towards Sentinal out of nowhere, probably having been quite unaware of until now, for he prided himself to be quite the talented and quiet flier. "But it can be expected." He finished off, almost dismissively.

[SENTINEL]

Sentinel cocked her head to one side as she detected a slight change in the breeze, letting it ruffle her feathers and then shuffled from foot to foot as they settled back into place. "Safe. Yes. Very very safe because there is only me here, and I am... a defence." Whether this was supposed to be a kind sentiment or a compliment to herself was fairly unclear, but all of a sudden she hopped forwards to get a better look at the newcomer and the sentence was forgotten.

"Osprey," she murmured quietly. "Panda. Not a fighter, at least not a fight starter. Panda," she repeated, trying to piece together a memory. "Pandas are furry. Black and white. Big things. Bears."

Her brief inspection over with, she fixed Panda with one last critical glare eye-to-eye and finally seemed to relax. Until, of course, yet another bird made itself known to her.

"You!" she snapped, head flicking round to stare at Odin. "You are a quiet flier. I commend your quiet flying. I am not insecure. You are insecure. Raven." Twitchy and tense, she took a deep breath to calm herself. It didn't work as well as she'd hoped. "Raven, not a crow. Your eye is gone. You are a fighter, Panda is not. Welcome to Penna Wilds," she finished, spreading her wings all of a sudden with a politeness that had previously been hidden. "Do not eat the Diffenbachia. It has green and lime-green leaves and it is shiny."

With that quick, almost automatic warning, Sentinel turned away completely and began ignoring the two newcomers, hopping towards a rabbit hole and peering into it distractedly.