Well, some of these interactions that she had had with these weird animals were interesting. Granted they were mostly about her supposedly trespassing and joining their weird cult in order to live. She did not understand it considering how did one try to regulate where a bird may tread? She flew where she wanted to and this was no exception. She would fight with talons out if she must but she thought it was a silly notion to try and fight about. If they could catch her then she would probably considering their words. Maybe. But for now she was busy as she needed to make herself a home. Or at least a temporary place where she could rest and sleep. Just staying in a tree anywhere was boring and she could sit down like she wanted to so she instead began to look for a hollowed out tree that was suitable. Her wings beat silently against the winds as she moved along the coast, her bright white brown and grey features noticeable when she was close enough to be noticed. She had seen this one little spit of land not too far off of the land she had been moving around in. In her metal talons she had many sticks and twigs she had been collecting all morning. It was hard work but she knew she would be pleased with the results. After all, it was her nest and she was making it.

The tree she was using was deeper within the island, one that was twisted and gnarled. It had seemingly withstood a burning not too long ago and came back much more resilient. The hollowing was at the top, a hole punctured into it and she was bringing her twigs and sticks there. Landing along the edge of the hole she began to move and arrange the many different twigs to where she wanted them to go for the base. She already had blackbird feathers as well as finch feathers she had stripped from earlier meals that she was using for lining. Some moss would be nice though. Her body turned around and she stuck her head out of the tree before she took flight again and as she flew through the winding branches she noticed a house. One that had an odd doll near the front door. She slowed her flight, almost gliding leisurely to circle around the structure. Bronze red eyes narrowed slightly but she was curious of it as she lingered before she pushed herself forward with a few beats of her wings. Crossing the ocean she landed upon the beach and started to pick up more twigs and sticks into a pile, debating on where she would find some moss.

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Many were just settling in.  Many new crewmates were around.  The tiny wildcat came to expect as such now, whenever she padded out onto the sand.  Catching the sound of moving twigs, the dealer paused, head tilting lightly in curiosity.

The owl.  One of the newer presences on the island.  Keona padded over, pale hues moving idly towards the sound of movement.  "Aloha," she offered politely.  "Do you need any help?"

She preferred offering her aid than idle questions.  Requiem had a task in mind, whatever it was, and the wildcat did not mind being an extra set of paws, if necessary.  It would make the work quicker.

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Turning her head almost all the way around the barn owl blinked her large eyes upon the feline that had approached her. She remembered this one, she had met her upon her first time talking with the uppity Four Legs. She seemed more quiet back then and although she hadn't gotten the chance to speak to her at all the owl guessed that now as a better time than any. After all the feline was offering her help and it was better to have more hands on deck and working. No time for idle works, no time for playing around. With this in mind the feathered animal would turn herself around, balancing with one foot in the air. In her metal talons she clutched the twigs as if trying to show Keona what she was doing but after a moment she realize as well as remembered that her eyes never truly reached her. She was impaired as far as she knew. Great. Sighing and dropping the twigs upon the ground so that she may hear them the avian began with instructions. ''I am building a residence. A nest. I'm looking and collecting twigs and sticks of various sizes. As well as feathers from other birds or the pelts from small rodents. If you want to help you can help by finding some of these things. I'm also looking for moss but I'm not too picky if I can not find that.''

Sure it was one of the leisure things to have, to make the nest more comfortable but she could do without. She had gone without a multitude of things and this was no different. Raising her wings a bit she would hope over the branches before walking her way over to Keona, lowering her head a bit an eyeing the small feline before she gave a short huff of breath. ''How much are you actually able to carry?''

"If you're open to more paws, more then either of you two combined." Came the deep voice of the jaglion as she padded closer. Her tail swung low for a moment, her mismatched silver-gold eyes sweeping the pile that Requiem had made by dropping the twigs. Her eyes lifted up towards the bird, her ears rotating and her nose twitching. There was a moment of being plain read, the woman's eyes searching those of the bird. While Keona's eyes did not reach, Deldrach's certainly did. And it was just a moment longer before her head slightly dipped- lesser in that of submission and more of that of even respect.

"My name is Deldrach Akaodon. I'd be happy to help. I believe I may have some extra leathers and pelts in my hut." She stated, her tail swaying. While she wasn't immediately impressed- a bird was a bird after all- she might after all carry the same air about her as the jaglioness herself did. Deldrach's head turned for a moment, ears swiveling again. "And if my memory is true, there should be some moss on the rocks near the Haven." She stated, looking back towards the owl with a quirked brow.

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A nest.  Well.  That made sense.  The petite wildcat smiled wryly.  She may not be able to physically carry much, but she could always move things around.  Chance for practice.

Keona had not fully mastered her ability to manipulate air.  Water came naturally to her.  The sea's pull.  Air was freely surrounding her.  Everywhere.  Hard to get a grasp on.  It was a different connection.  One she ought to try to make more often.

"I have a trick up my sleeve," she murmured, ear twitching.  She might be small but she was hardly useless.  She refused to be.

Moss... Well.  The wildcat furrowed her brow, nodding as Deldrach spoke. "You might also be able to find moss in the jungle." Right?  That made sense to her.  The jungle was a humid environment.  The entire island was really...

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