<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: teal">"Where should I go for that?" A small voice called from the bottom of the tree. Looming up above was a moderate sized branch, with the smallest of nests being constructed by her bird friend, Robin. He puffed his colored chest out and released a loud series of chirps, which somehow, the girl could somewhat comprehend. <br/><br/>As she had been strolling along in search of her friends, she'd noticed the fellow struggling to find materials for his new nest. His mate was out looking for food. Once he'd accepted her help, she was told to go find small twigs that were bendable- almost like small strips of vine. She wracked her brain for any memory of such things, then she remembered- high up in some of the trees, the little vines grew. They had to start somewhere, after all, before wrapping their way down. Her teeth almost glinted as she beamed brightly to her feathered friend, holding a hand up to signal that she'd heard, and was on her way now.<br/><br/>Quickly she turned and was off through the undergrowth, her feet tirelessly moving over the rough ground. Her feet had been conditioned not to care. Leaves were upturned, as well as small patches of dirt, staining her feet a dirty brown. But suddenly the air felt tense around her. The forest floor didn't feel too safe. Slightly panicked eyes glance around warily, before closing. In her mind's eye she pictured a simple bird- a blue bird, with fancy white plumage and feather crests. Then before she realized it was done, her body morphed into the creature, momentarily cloaked in a warm white light. The light soon disappeared and she flew off towards the cover of the treetops, keeping a keen eye out for the small vines she needed for Robin.<br/><br/>Her eye caught on a strange scene a little ways below her, and she quickly hid on a nearby branch, watching as a fox-squirrel was trapped by the vines of the tree. A stranger was approaching it. Inside, she knew this stranger was trouble. What was it going to do to the poor thing? Couldn't it see it was afraid? </span></div>