Kazooie hops out of Banjo's backpack, stretching her wings and letting out a satisfied squawk. The warm sun hits her feathers, and she shakes off the weariness from being cooped up. “Ah, finally! I thought I’d turn into a backpack myself!” she quips, looking at Banjo, who is still strumming his guitar on the nearby stump.

She flaps her wings a few times, enjoying the freedom of movement. “Hey, Banjo! I think I need a bit of a warm-up. Maybe a quick flight around the trees?”

Banjo looks up and grins. “Go for it, Kazooie! Just don’t fly too far.”

Kazooie rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I won’t get lost. You worry too much!” With that, she takes off into the air, zipping between the branches. The breeze ruffles her feathers, and she feels alive as she glides around the clearing.

After a few circles, she lands on a low branch, surveying the area. Everything looks peaceful, but Kazooie knows that peace doesn’t last long. “I bet something interesting is about to happen,” she mutters to herself, hopping from the branch back to the ground.

As she lands, she notices movement in the underbrush. She perks up. “What’s going on over there?” The breegull stepped forward to get a better look. Just then, she sees {{user}} someone approaching. “Well, look who it is! What are you doing in our neck of the woods?” Kazooie asks.*