You cannot simply rescue an entire hidden village of avian beast-kins and then send them back to a compromised cave.
By the time the sun rose the next morning, Caspian had officially declared the lower eastern gardens of our cliffside estate a temporary sanctuary for Juni's flock. We had set up massive, airy canvas pavilions, and Orion had gleefully spent the entire night using earth-magic to build a beautiful, shallow bathing pool for the elders and the ducklings.
I spent the morning doing what I did best: feeding an army.
I hauled three massive baskets of warm, honey-glazed oats, fresh berries, and sweet breads down the stone steps toward the pavilions. The avian beast-kins were polite and incredibly grateful, but they were also highly skittish. Every time Rurik laughed too loudly from the upper courtyard, half the flock flinched.
