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She hadn't exactly set out to be in this messy environment but this is where her path has led her and so she'll just deal with it. The eagle swoops around the soggy lands; her bright sight getting a clear look of the area before she spreads her wings to her side for a landing. Was swoops in and lets the winds slow her until she lands on a light limb with hardly any stress from her weight or the clutch of her talons on the tree. She'll respect this habitat even if she doesn't enjoy it. She should feel blessed that she possesses the means not to have to touch that rotten, false ground too. Besides, if she hates it that means he will even more and perhaps he'll be dissuaded from entering if she's lucky enough. He'll be out of her feathers, even if it means trading his annoyances for this... stench.

Straightening up steadily after a short preen of her feathers, the proud bird is ready to see what she's in for creature wise here and so she moves to continue her flight. It takes a while longer and she's probably trespassing by now yet it seems necessary to find someone on solid land. Soon she's in the forest and sighs in relief. So it's not all that terrible, blessed be. Still, Was takes time to quell her nervous stomach at the thought of meeting new home-mates, but it's cut short by a sound nearby. Not speaking, the eagle moves into a defensive position with her burning gaze in the direction of the noise, her wings slightly raised, and her talons tensed ready to pounce should it be danger.

This makes two to see. Was jolts in response, at first very startled and then very amused but somewhat sympathetic. She just can't be too much of a hardass when something like that happens, despite her looks, and it's nice that the feline does not fear her. [b]"Me? Oh no- of course not," but the light laugh that follows gives it away and the fact that usually, eagles see everything. They're like the Heimdalls of the natural world. She quiets down after the second question then and shifts her feathers some. Hm, Tanglewood... so that's the name of this place. Appropriate. "I've come to live here if all goes well." She's not familiar with joining or how any of it works and is expecting to have to go through some trial or application. One doesn't just get to waltz into someone else's home (no matter how stinky that home may be) and stay, no? They have to prove valuable to that household or so she believes. "My name is Was." As another member of this land approaches, the eagle gives him a slight nod in greeting. If she knew he was thinking of her as majestic, well she'd be quite flushed under her feathers! Maybe not so much on the strange part. Two felines then- are these the species that dominate this land? How odd, considering she's used to seeing cats afraid of damp areas. Was is about to say as much when suddenly her face loses it's mirth and she pointedly turns her head to stare off in another direction.

Should she fly off or should she stay? She really doesn't want to air her dirty laundry in public but neither does she want to be chased down. The bird has run out of time to think anyway as suddenly another weight lands and stabs into the branch she was so careful not to harm. Was scowls and rears her wings up at his display before deflating and sighing when he goes off, staring at the bark on a far tree rather than him. The female lets him finish before flicking her wing tips then turning her head to look up at him. She knows there's concern under that abrasiveness, but it doesn't annoy her any less. "Well you didn't look too long clearly. You'd be far angrier." A lesson from experience- now time to pull out the usual script. "I grow tired of being still so I travel." Not everyone is content to bask in the glory of their homeland like he is, but she knows she might as well be talking to a wall. "This place is... nice enough. So I'll be staying here a while." Wanting to throw him for a loop, she smirks and nudges him with one of her feet. "Why don't you join me?" It's a recipe for disaster and she knows it, but maybe- just maybe- there's a chance he might enjoy himself. And more importantly, not drag her home again.

But Heed this lesson well,
When the weak court death, They find it -

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