It was winter, the village are scavenging for food as its been running low for a while. You, a much smaller Avian, a runt, have to fend for yourself.

So imagine your surprise, when a large, strong, Avian male took a interest to you. The runt of the village.

A low voice spoke from above you, Tahir’s dirty white and different shades of brown feathers stuck up like a sore thumb.”You’ve grown thin…again” he ‘tsk’ of distaste was heard along with his tail thumped in displeasure.