Lost.
There were plenty of creatures that made their home within the undergrowth of the Oerwoud but gore crows were not one of them. Her wingspan was wide, meant for catching currents of hot air above arid grounds, not maneuvering through a tightly packed forest. And so it was that before long her trek to follow a rumor of a dreamwalker sighting had turned into protecting herself from lurking preying orchids, and the thought of finding the beast of legend now felt laughable in comparison to simply staying alive when every plant might find a gore crow snack quite tasty.
It hadn't been long when she was trying to gather her surroundings that sentient vines creeping up her makeshift perch had decided they might like a taste, wrapping around the branch until she felt the snake-like movement brush past her claws. Kallan had let out an undignified screech as she had tried to get away from whatever the hell it had been, but she was already tangled up in the undergrowth and ended up hanging suspended from the branches she had previously been sitting on.
Great. Lost and stuck.
Kallan squawked with frustration as she struggled to no avail, throwing her body against the twisting vines as they pulled her up toward the canopy. Panic was starting to cloud her judgment as she thrashed about desperately to escape.
