1, 2, 3 like the bird I sing

Birdwing was an exceptionable brute. He didnt treat vixens like crap. He treated them how they should be. With respect ad kindness in return for friendship. He was one that if a vixen would be pregnant, he would offer comfort if the fae needed it. He would also offer a den for the fae to stay the night. He was one that tried to make friends. One that wouldnt let anyone down. He looked as though he had been through a tar pit. But he was just black with one white spot on his lower chest. He was caring for anyone. Even if they were hurt he wouldnt just leave the wolf there to die. No, he would do the opposite. He would help the wolf that was in pain and try to help save them.

Cause you given me the most beautiful set of wings

Birdwing was here for one reason. Friends, He was looking for friends and that was it. He would be here in Blossom Forest for the rest of his life. He walked along and looked around Blossom Field. It was nice. When he looked to the side that had ash he knew there had been a fire. He hated having things hurt. He looked to the side that had flowers and went over to the tree. He sat on his haunches and looked around. He was ready to greet and make friends with anyone. But would he make friends at all? Or will he sit there and do nothing? He was not one to sit and do nothing. Especially if a hurt wolf came along or a pregnant fae. He was certainly up for making friends today. Hewraped his tail around his paws.

Im so glad your here today

He looked at the nature for a while before looking in the distance. He started thinking of his past. Had he really let go all his happiness to come to blossom forest? No, not all. He was happy just the way he was. But what about his mother? brother? sisters? father? Well, not so much his father. His father was abusive. Maybe, he made a mistake by coming to Blossom Forest. He had left his mother, brother and sisters alone by his father. He couldnt bare to hear if they were dead already or not. He sat there. Waiting for anyone. Anything to come.

Cause tomorrow I might have to go and fly away