Skippy

The day was overcast and cool for a summer day. It was rather damp out as well, though an overall great day for some fishing. The bird's long pink legs carried him quickly over the ground, his feet leaving small imprints within the muddier grounds. His body was of a medium size you could say, and was covered in neat black and white feathers. His legs were long and probably appeared quite comical as he picked his way along the shores, dark beady eyes peering into the murky liquid. He was new to these parts but already knew where the best waters were located. Lucky for him, there was plenty of it to forage in.

Finally he came upon a nice little outcropping where the dirt-ridden ground stuck out farther into the marsh, with tall grasses sprouting around it. He headed out into the water then, turning his head about to look out for danger. This was where the Stilt came to an abrupt halt, his legs about halfway into the water with plenty more to spare. At that moment, he began to snap his thin black bill around the surface of the water, eying some little fish. Come back here you! he thought as he began to hop along through the liquid, straining his eyes and snapping at all the fish.

Boris; Brann

The large Black Stork stood on the opposite bank of the marsh. He had his eyes on his own meal. Some big fish. He snapped at one and missed, but succeeded the second time. After he had eaten it, he noticed Skippy. He merely watched for a few moments.

Brann, a bright red Ward's Trogon, perched upon a branch behind Boris. He too watched the small wading bird.

Boris finally spoke up. "Hello?" He called out to the little bird on the other side of the marsh.

Shinarri

Shinarri hopped off a small log, into the murky, opaque water with a joyful yip. The six-month-old pup lived here with her family, and she didn't know such creatures like Brann and Boris lurked here. Seeing the big birds, the little pup began to creep into higher water, until her head was forced into the air for breath. "Hello! What are you?" Shinarri called, looking from Brann to Boris and finally to where Skippy was. Playfully, Shinarri scrambled onto a floating branch, her coat matted with mud.