The small orange kage was staring out over an open glade. It was littered with small birds hopping about the long grasses. Choviar longed to join them, but every time she got close, they scattered. Maybe it would be different today? She slowly crept towards the flock, trying to act like she belonged. A quick scratch to the ground, and a sniff for anything she could eat, step closer. Another scratch, another step... And the birds took off all at once in a flurry of colorful feathers. Choviar's green eyes followed them up into the sky and she sat, staring longingly where the birds vanished.
