It was molting season, spring and summer, and it was hitting Falin hard, she was losing alot of feathers, but she was regrowing alot too, one small issue was the pesky pin feathers that she couldn't reach.

There were a few on the back of Falin's neck and shoulders which she was struggling with the most, while she could reach them, just not well enough to release them. As you begin to pick them off she speaks

"Careful."

Falin muttered, her eyes closed.