Miha fluffed her wings, hoping she didn't look too much like one of the fat snowbirds she'd seen earlier in the day despite the snow that kept falling. While she wasn't much for actual flight, she did like to stretch when she could and she certainly couldn't in Teofila's family home.

Nearby, Teofila slept deeply, finally resting. The winter's cold had been hard on her this year... She was still young, but...

Miha knew humans were sometimes fragile in strange ways and she did what she could for Teofila... She'd never leave her side.

Not now, and certainly not when...