Affogato wiggles settling into his nest the smell of fresh bedstraw mother had laid out to perfume his nest in the exact right ratio wafting from between the straw. Goosifer having made their own nest of stolen tail hairs, scraps of fabric, fur, and vegetation settles in for the evening.  The house made up of a series of logs leaned up against trees and with a mix of courser and pets help them pack and weave with mud, moss, and branches on the sides...

Stepping downwards moving into the caverns and tunnels beneath the ground, his feathered friend settled between his shoulders on his withers. The light slowly growing dimmer and dimmer as they move away from the surface up until this point the only life they have known. Not one they plan to leave behind, a cozy home with their herd to go back to at the end of the day, but not a place to find their destiny either.A sense of excitement sending a...