Starling

Spring [I] — "The fog, the darkness, it was perfect. There was nowhere else Starling wanted to be. She trotted along the trail, jumping over any obstacles with ease. An owl hooted further up the trail.
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She stopped at last in a clearing. As she lied down, a white moth appeared through the fog.
"Hey, little guy. Here to keep me company?"
Another moth appeared, then another. They flocked to her like crows to a carcass. She didn't mind one bit."

A loner for most of her life, Starling excels at any role she takes on. She loves to roam the forest during the darkest hours of the night. Blackbird finds that habit more than a bit spooky.