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Biskvitta had spotted another prairie roaming in the area her loaf was currently residing in. She was a tall dove with a fluffy tail, pointy horns and tufted ears, much like her own, and wearing a large colorful scarf, making Biska scoff. Was she a human's pet? Still, inspired by the kind gesture of the aquatic dove from several days prior, Biska thought she'd be nice this time around and, regardless of whether the dove associated with humans or not, she wanted to give her a gift. Pass on the goodwill if you wish. No harm in doing as much and if it made her day a little better Biska would consider her endeavor successful. But what could she gift to the dove? Thinking on it, the prairie remembered that she had hunted a decent amount of prey earlier during the night. She could surely bring over a rabbit for the fluffy-tailed dove? They were nice and fresh and Biskvitta remembered catching a particularly big one towards the end of her hunting. She was quite proud of that one. It'd

Kiwi was bursting with excitement with the holiday season - as soon as the temperatures had dropped the dove had donned a white fuzzy-rimmed red cloak and taken it upon herself to gift as many kukuri as she could during the season of festivities. She had been going around the town for so long that she eventually kept on running into the same faces all the time and ultimately decided that it was time for her to head out into the wilderness and visit the kukuri living there with her gifts as well. The dove took a pouch and got it filled up with all kinds of random goodies from the town - food stuffs, toys, pretty things she found lying around (at least she thought they were pretty anyway. Like that fancy feather!) and so on. Once the next day dawned off she was to the forest! There were a lot of kukuri living just in the outskirts of town - they were usually the ones that either liked being around people or simply needed them to survive. This was where a lot of the food Kiwi had

It was so early in the morning that the sky had barely even started to light up from the sunrise. The sun itself was still a way to go before it became visible above the horizon and pained the sky with its warm colors. Despite the early hour, though, Karotte was already up and stretching. Ranne, who had been sleeping next to her, was still snoozing away. She already missed his warm fur when she got up as the cold morning air hit her fur and made the dove shiver involuntarily. The sleepiness was so hard to shake on some days but today wasn't one of them - the chill was enough to have the dove awake and alert in no time at all. Karo looked around in search of Biskvitta but, after failing to find her childhood friend, headed outside of the coastal cave they had recently made their temporary home. This place was warm, despite the time of the year but it still got chilly this close to the sea and in the middle of winter - there was frequently frost covering the grass and trees in the

As it was the season of giving Valera had taken it upon herself to spread some cheer like the humans liked to do. She didn't have anything too fancy but regardless took some things from her nesting cave and wandered out once the night had fallen. This day she had decided to head down the river and towards the shore. The pale dove was carrying a large freshly caught fish and a pretty shiny pebble. While on her way down, Valera decided that her gifts were probably too plain-looking and, after finding some pretty edible vines, she wrapped them up all pretty, tying the fish with the plants in a pretty bow with some hanging blossoms that illuminated its shiny scales. The pebble she kept on holding separately as she deemed it potentially dangerous to put it in with the food. Before long her search proved fruitful - further down the river bank was another kukuri - one of few aquatics that were rapidly spreading throughout the world now that Life had been defeated. They were very dark

It was soon to be dusk and Gwyn and Wynn had been recruited by Ambrosia to go out gathering. The dove had been convincing them days prior, asking at any step and corner about them accompanying her out to gather some berries and herbs that she could use for her experimentations. Gwyn rolled her eyes, it was always this dove and her concoctions of various types. At least most of the time they weren't harmful but she had heard word and tales of otherwise from the time before she had met the loaf. Eventually, the two had agreed - it was high time that they went to grab some more resources and they figured they could kill two birds with one stone by both helping their friend out and doing chores. Whatever could go wrong anyway, right? The curve-horned dove was all giddy and excited to get going and gather all kinds of things. She strapped a pouch to her side and grabbed an extra one to hold while making sure her companions also had something they could stuff with their harvest as they