“Hmmm.” Ruk didn’t seem to know how to answer this simple question, then she suddenly leaned in. “It feels like this!” She opened her beak and tried to fit Senjen’s head inside. Sadly her beak was neither long enough nor able to open wide enough to accomplish her aim, so she nipped at the front of his visage, making a metallic scraping sound that mingled with deep vocalisations within her chest. “Num num num num!” Came the translation. Ruk paired this by trying to tickle Senjen with her long feathery fingers.

Then as though fleeing the scene of a heinous crime she hopped quickly away, wing-arms raised slightly. Her red knapsack jangled behind her as she whooshed away through the door at the opposite end of the room from where they’d entered.