Today, Watch was perched on a stone that jutted out of the swamp's soupy water, half hidden by a tree's dripping lichen. His long blue beak was tucked up under a ruby-lined wing, but this very special bird was far from sleeping. No. He was thinking. Deeply, he might add, although about what he wasn't certain. These new senses were still far from his grasp. Something, no... Someone? was coming. On... wings? He definitely felt wings were involved. Not feathers. Flesh? A dragon?..No that couldn't be correct. With a practiced beak, he smoothing the feathers on his breast before tucking his head back again. There were wings though. Of that he was sure.
.Tortured. .Pumpkin.