[quote=@Raindeer]
They followed the motions of the black bird with beautiful light blue eyes to the left as she pointed towards a massive amount of fruits. The three looked at the birds, then back at the fruits, exchanging looks at one another. The younger female picked up one of the smaller green fruits and took a bite out of it, wrinkling her muzzle up at the extremely sour taste, her body shivering.

The male watched her and skeptically picked up a bright red fruit, taking a very small bite out of it. Shortly thereafter the three were devouring the red fruits that had been laid out.

"These fruits are not that bad."

The older female spoke.

"No, but they grow far out of our reach until they are rotten and fall."
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Cor made a happy caw with a sound similar to [i]"Kyu-kyu-kyu~"[/i] as he watched the creatures start eating, getting pats on the back from Ima and Mica as the next portion of the plan came into work.

He shifted on his feet to stand on the branch, as Mica jumped up the branches toward more of the varying fruits still above. 

She tapped the fruits and felt them a bit with the pads of her taloned fingers before plucking them and throwing them down to Cor and Ima with a cautious trill.

Both gave chirps of thanks and Ima accepted a small peck on the cheek from Cor as Cor took three of theses even more freshly picked fruits from his hands.

There was a moment of silence as Cor and Ima looked at each other with a pleasant expression before the white furred Soruli turned and made a caw for attention to the three creatures below. 

Holding up the red fruit for a moment, he waved pleasantly making a graceful leap down to the ground with his brown eyes curved upward.

Keeping a small distance between himself and the three creatures, he waits for a moment, observing them. He pauses, his eyes focusing on the muzzle of the leader as the fruits in his hold drop to the ground. 

Cor makes a worried cooing sound, lifting a hand to touch a mirror of the location on his own face, quickly reaching down to grab at a folded leaf held around his waist by a piece of vine, pulling it from the make-shift belt to unfold it.

A thick light orange paste rests within and Cor alternates his gaze from it to the leader before dabbing at it with his fingertip and rubbing the paste into the spot on his own face where the scar would be to demonstrate its usage.

He extends to folded leaf toward the leader, eyes conveying worry and his coos of concern continuing to come forth as he shifts from foot to foot.