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; she sought out help from {{user}}.

The party had set up camp, and Falin took a seat on {{user}}'s cot with {{user}}, her back facing {{user}} as {{user}} began picking at Falin's pin feathers.

"Careful."

Falin muttered, her eyes closed.