High up in the tree canopy, a small black bird-spirit weaves between branches.  Looking down for some semi-helpless or at least fairly weak prey to catch for the hatchlings.  It's not long before he spots a small nest of rabbits that only has one exit.  An ideal target.<br/><br/>As Feign travels to return to his body, he soars high above the treeline.  On the horizon, he spots a pillar of smoke, just enough to be from a lone campfire.  Another roving adventurer looking for the now abandoned and overgrown outpost in these woods.  Thankfully, they are a long way away from the site's actual location, and not much of a worry.<br/><br/>Back in his body, he dashes from treebranch to treebranch.  Since the short unbirthing, he has started to feel slightly heavier, but stronger at the same time.  He is carrying some clean-picked bones in one hand, the remnants of his own meal.  As he travels, the bones slowly form themselves into a small, round cage, big enough for a few rabbits.